He could, however, hear Devine encouraging the one he led, and occasionally breaking out into hoarse expletives.
"It's gluey feet they want," said the latter, when they stopped for a minute or two.

"You can't expect horses to crawl up a wall." "They've managed about half of it," Weston declared.

"We could make this quite an easy trail with a little grading.

It's the only really difficult spot." "Well," said Devine, dryly, "I guess you could.

In this country they call any trail easy that you can crawl up on your hands and knees.
Still, that little grading's going to cost you about two thousand dollars a mile." They could scarcely see one another when they went on again, and the sound of their footsteps was muffled by the sliding snow.