On the other hand, the hillside rose like a slightly slanted wall, and the sharp stones of the talus lay thinly covered with snow between it and the gully.
The freighter glanced dubiously up the hollow.
"I've struck places that looked nicer; but we can't stop here and freeze," he said.

"We'll either have to take the back trail and camp among that last clump of pines or get on a hustle and get up." "I'm certainly not going back," said Weston.

"We have come out to see in just what time we can make the journey to the railroad over the new trail.

When we have done it, we'll try to spread the information to everybody likely to find it interesting." "You're not going to worry about how many horses you leave behind, I suppose ?" "That," said Devine, with a little laugh, "is one of the facts they never do mention in a report of the kind.

We've lost only one so far, and two bags of rather high-grade ore." "If you've one altogether when you fetch the head of this gully you'll be blame lucky," said the freighter.