He was in poor condition and puffed like a grampus, and he seemed to have no sort of head for heights.

But he was as game as a buffalo, and started in gallantly till his arms gave out and he fairly stuck.

So Peter and I went up on each side of him, taking an arm apiece, as I had once seen done to a man with vertigo in the Kloof Chimney on Table Mountain.

I was mighty thankful when I got him panting on the top and Hussin had shinned up beside us.
We crawled along a broadish wall, with an inch or two of powdery snow on it, and then up a sloping buttress on to the flat roof of the house.
It was a miserable business for Blenkiron, who would certainly have fallen if he could have seen what was below him, and Peter and I had to stand to attention all the time.

Then began a more difficult job.
Hussin pointed out a ledge which took us past a stack of chimneys to another building slightly lower, this being the route he fancied.