For, only at rare times, when he stood high on a serac, could he see his way for more than a few yards ahead.

Pierre aimed straight for the foot of the buttress, working thus due north.

And he was wrong.

Garratt Skinner knew it, but said not a word.

He stood upon insecure ledges and supported Delouvain upon his shoulders, and pushed him up with his ice-ax into positions which only involved the party in further difficulties.