If I hadn't been quite so knocked about I might have tried; but Jim's a good nine stone, so I might have dropped him.

Luckily, some fellows came--they'd come to look for us, in fact, as we'd told the waiter we were going up the Matterhorn, and might not be back in time for dinner; and when we didn't turn up, they guessed, I suppose, we might have come to grief.

It was a good job they came, as Jim's foot was rather bad.

All the hotel turned out to see us get back.

I had to be carried too, the last bit of the way, as I got fagged.