Isn't it cold ?" The wind which met them seemed charged with cold, and after a while began to scatter a feathery sleet in their faces.
Percy whistled.
"We didn't bargain for that, I say," said he.

"I hope it shuts up before we cross over the ledge down there." Julius howled dismally.

He, too, guessed what this blinding shower-bath foreboded, and stumbled along, miserable and shivering.
The higher zigzag, which had seemed easy enough two hours ago, tried them sorely now.

The sleet half blinded them, and the fresh moisture, freezing as it fell, caused them to slip and slide at every step.

Still they got down it somehow, and turned to face the narrow track along the cliff.