He put away the glass in the darkness, which now seemed to roll down upon them like a cloud from the mountains, giving the snowfield a ghastly look which made Bracy hesitate.
“I’m afraid it would be better to go off to the left among the stones.”
“Don’t, sir, pray,” said Gedge earnestly.
“But our dark bodies will show against the snow.”
“Not they, sir. We’ll roll in it, and it’ll be darker in half-an-hour. They’ll be all that before they get here—won’t they?”
“Quite. They are sure to come on very slowly, and allow time for part of them to get right into our rear.”
“Yes, sir; that’s right.”
“Now, then, are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
There was again silence, and, but for the ghostly glare of the snow, all was very dark.