There was a river and big boulders some five hundred feet below, and I slipped down, clawing at the snow, until I grabbed a little bunch of juniper just on the edge.

Part of it tore up, but I got a grip of a better handful, and hung on to it, with most of me swinging over the gully.
Charley was stripping off the pack-rope on the slope above, and he was mighty quick, but I knew that bush was coming away with me, and didn't think he could be fast enough.

I didn't feel exactly happy, but while I've read that folks think of some astonishing things when they're starting out on the long trail, it wasn't that way with me.

I could only remember there was a man I'd never got even with who'd badly cheated me." [Illustration: "There was a river and big boulders some five hundred feet below."] Deringham felt a little shiver run through him, for there was a grim vindictiveness in the speaker's tone, and he felt that Alton of Somasco would not lightly forgive an injury.
"You managed to crawl up ?" he said.
"No," said Alton simply, "I didn't.

I lay there watching Charley, and felt the bush drawing out, until the rope came down and Charley hauled me up.