The thin edge of ice curving slightly downward, stretched away to the black rock-tower, in the bright sunlight a thing most beautiful, but most menacing and terrible.

He seemed cut off by it from the world.

They had a meal upon that level space, and while Hine rested, Pierre Delouvain cast off the rope and went ahead.

He came back in a little while with a serious face.
"Will it go ?" asked Garratt Skinner.
"It must," said Delouvain.

"For we can never go back"; and suddenly alarmed lest the way should be barred in front as well as behind, Walter Hine turned and looked above him.