"You'll have to leave me here.

If you make the post, you can come back with a sled." "No! How are we to find you with our trail drifting up?
Besides, you'd be frozen in a few hours.

If you can't walk, you'll have to be carried.

Get hold of him, Benson!" Benson lifted him to his feet, Blake seized his arm, and, both supporting him, they resumed the march.

Leaning on them heavily, Harding was dragged along, and they silenced the feeble protests he made now and then.
"Stop talking that rot! We see this out together!" Blake told him roughly.
None of them had much doubt as to what the end would be, but they stubbornly held on.