“Keep it nearly tight,” he said, “holding the rope in your right hand. If any one goes wrong in the snow, the others are to stand firm and hang back, so as to hold him firmly. Keep to the steps of the man before you as much as you can. Now, then. Vorwarts!”
He started off now through the snow, with Dale and Saxe following.
“Been better if you had placed him in the middle, wouldn’t it, Melchior?” said Dale.
“Yes, herr, I was thinking so. Shall I alter it?”
“No: let’s go on as we are this time. Forward again!” And they went on over the dazzling untrodden surface.
Chapter Four.
On the Rope.
“I say,” cried Saxe, after they had gone on crunching through the snow, which was soft and melting fast.