The ice creaked as Wiggins' chest came over the edge of the hole; but it did not break; and his body once flat on the ice, the Terror hauled them to the side of the pond easily.
He dragged Erebus, still by the ankles, half up the bank to get most of her weight off the ice.

Then he stepped down on to it and picked up Wiggins.

Erebus' stiff fingers still grasped his wrists; and they did not open easily to let them go.
The Terror took one look at the deathly faintly-breathing Wiggins; then he pulled off his woolen gloves, drew his knife from his pocket, opened the blade with his teeth for quickness' sake, tossed it to Erebus and cried: "Cut off his skates! Pull off his boots and stockings!" Then with swift deft fingers he stripped off Wiggins' coat, jersey and waistcoat, pulled on his gloves, caught up a handful of snow and began to rub his chest violently.

In the spring the Twins had attended a course of the St.John's Ambulance Society lectures, and among other things had learned how to treat those dying from exposure.

The Terror was the quicker dealing with Wiggins since he had so often been the subject on which he and Erebus had practised many kinds of first-aid.
He rubbed hard till the skin reddened with the blood flowing back into it.