It was going to be the turning point in Claude's career, of that Hugh felt positive.

After this thrilling experience he was bound to awaken to the fact that he was not like other boys of his age; and demand of his mother that she permit him to participate in the life-giving outdoor sports that are a part and parcel of boy nature.
They began to climb.

It was slow work, but Hugh would not be hurried.

Better that they waste time in gaining each foot than by an unwise step ruin all.

What matter if that arm of his was almost numb with pain, and he had to press his teeth firmly together in order to continue to hold up Claude?
If only the other had been a normal boy he could have helped himself wonderfully; but, as it was, he seemed as weak and helpless as a kitten that had never opened its eyes as yet.
Well, half of the distance separating them from the top had been safely navigated, and so far no accident had occurred.