He always counted it as one of the miracles of his life, the work of that stronger than human arm which had already helped him along his path, and which in this act showed that it still was with him.

To stand even on that steep mountain path was, after the peril of that fearful ledge, like standing on a broad paved road.
"Where next ?" said Percy.
"Over the top and down by the Sharpenholme track.

Do you see the moon is coming out through the mist ?" "All serene!" The heroism of that night's adventure was not all absorbed by the elder traveller.

The boy who with indomitable hopefulness toiled up that steep ascent with a broken arm bandaged to his side, making nothing of his pain, was a type of English boy happily still to be met with, giving promise of men of the right stuff yet to come to maintain the good name of their country.
They were not much in the humour for admiring the wonderful beauty of the scene as the mist gradually cleared and above them rose the full white moon flooding the mountain and the hills beyond with its pure light.

They welcomed the light, for it showed them the way; but they would have sold the view twenty times over for a pot of hot coffee.
At the top they met the tail end of the gale spending its little remaining force on the mountain's back.