His frame, though slight, was sinewy and well knit, and he looked like an Italian.

He had come on alone, and had passed the night at the station-house.
A track about six feet wide had been cut out through the snow, and over this they passed.

The snow was soft, and the horses sank deep, so that progress was slow.

Nor was the journey without the excitement of apparent danger.

At times before them and behind them there would come a low, rumbling sound, and they would see a mass of snow and ice rushing down some neighboring slope.