It was particularly exasperating, not to mention the danger of it, to work a few feet up a slide, and then feel it start to move.
We had to climb in single file, which jeopardized the safety of those behind the leader.

Sometimes we were all sliding at once, like boys on a pond, with the difference that we were in danger.

Frank forged ahead, turning to yell now and then for us to dodge a cracking stone.

Faithful old Jude could not get up in some places, so laying aside my rifle, I carried her, and returned for the weapon.

It became necessary, presently, to hide behind cliff projections to escape the avalanches started by Frank, and to wait till he had surmounted the break.