And Michel, knocking the tobacco from his pipe, said: "You will do well to sleep.

We may have a long day before us"; and he walked away to the guides' quarters.
But Chayne could not sleep; hope and doubt fought too strongly within him, wrestling for the life of his friend.

At twelve o'clock Michel knocked upon his door.

Chayne got up from his bed at once, drew on his boots, and breakfasted.

At half past the rescue party set out, following a rough path through a wilderness of boulders by the light of a lantern.
It was still dark when they came to the edge of the glacier, and they sat down and waited.