“I can’t do it!” she cried.
Jim turned.
“Come on!”
“I can’t—I can’t!”
He came down to her, slipping and sliding on the frozen snow.
“There’s a big wind coming. You’ll be blown off if you stay here.”
He caught her fingers with his one free hand and began to climb. Step by step they proceeded. Her heart felt cold within her. The Indians had disappeared over the top. It must be flat there, she thought!
A few snowflakes began to fall, and a sullen roar came from the north.
“The blizzard!” growled Jim.
He hastened the pace, dragging her now. The roar increased. The sky to the north and east was inky black. Below them several parties were hastily dumping their packs on the snow and preparing to meet this Arctic monster.... They arrived at the summit at the same moment as the blizzard. She saw a whirling mass of snow, 121 heard a roar like ten thousand demons let loose, and felt the strong grip of Jim pulling her down on the snow.