But there also had been a landslip, quite recent from the marks.

A large scar of raw earth had broken across the hillside, which with the snow above it looked like a slice cut out of an iced chocolate-cake.
We stared blankly for a second, till we recognized its hopelessness.
'I'm trying for the crags,' I said.

'Where there once was a way another can be found.' 'And be picked off at their leisure by these marksmen,' said Hussin grimly.

'Look!' The mist had opened again, and a glance behind showed me the pursuit closing up on us.

They were now less than three hundred yards off.