"We must reach the chalets to-night." They raced along the snow-slopes on the crest of the buttress and turned to the right down the gullies and the ledges on the face of the rock.

In desperate haste they descended lowering Walter Hine from man to man, they crawled down the slabs, dropped from shelf to shelf, wound themselves down the gullies of ice.

Somehow without injury the snow-slopes at the foot of the rocks were reached.

The snow still held off; only now and then a few flakes fell.

But over the mountain the wind was rising, it swept down in fierce swift eddies, and drew back with a roar like the sea upon shingle.
"We must get off the glacier before night comes," cried Chayne, and led by Simond the rescue party went down into the ice-fall.