It strikes me we ought to have turned to the--you know." "It looks like him," said Magnus.

"Anyhow, it'll do for him." "I'd like to do for him," growled Joe.
They went on presently, in shocking tempers, both of them.

They loathed that mountain, and yet neither liked to propose to go back.

That is the way in which a good many mountains are climbed.
Magnus got riled with Joe for not giving in--he was the elder, and it was his business to begin.

Joe, on the other hand, never thought so ill of Magnus as when he saw him pegging up twenty yards ahead, never giving him (Joe) time to catch up.