"Then it's only two hours' climb ?" "That's all you know about it.

Wisdom used to say he could do it in three hours from the lake-side.

But he was a wonner to go.

Come along; wire in, you chaps." "Where did Wisdom get killed ?" asked Percy, by way of a little genial conversation.
"I heard over the other side, down the cliffs above the lake.

He got caught in a mist and lost his way." "How do you know this is the right way up ?" asked Cottle.
"Because it's as plain as the nose on your face," retorted the guide.
It was a long dreary pull up the lower slope, over the wet grass and through the bracken, and Fisher minor before he accomplished the first stage was heartily sick of Hawk's Pike.