They dressed it there, and, between them, managed to bring the body back to the camp.

A day later they secured another, and there was a great feast of fresh meat.
That night the weather rapidly turned warmer and all knew the big thaw was at hand.

A long heavy rain that lasted almost until daylight hastened it and great floods roared down the slopes.

Tons and tons of melting snow also slid into the valley, and the creek became a booming torrent.

They were more thankful than ever for their huts and lean-tos, and all except the sentinels clung closely to their shelter.
Throughout the day the mountains were veiled in vapors from the rain and the melting snow, and, after another night, the troop saddled and departed, the horses treading ankle deep in mud, but their riders eager to get away.
"We overstayed our time," said Dick, looking back, "but it was a good cove for us.