As Monty said: "No use meandering around the mountain.

Hassan might be higher up or lower down.

If he is there you may depend on it he's tired of waiting.
He's looking for a safari.

Let's climb where we can be seen from miles away." So climb we did, thousand after thousand feet, until the night air grew so cold that the porters' teeth chattered and they threatened to desert us.

They grew afraid, too, remembering the tales the villagers had told them down below.
"Wow! You are not fat babies!" Kazimoto told them.