"Not at all! I'm going to Jimmy. I pulled the kid over."
Stannard frowned. "You are going to the hotel. For one thing, I doubt if you could reach Jimmy; you're badly jarred and your nerve's gone. Then, unless you get help, we can't carry Jimmy out."
"You mustn't leave him in the gully," Deering rejoined. "Suppose a fresh lot of stones comes along?"
"Go for help," said Stannard, pulling out his watch. "Come back up the gully. If you have a flask, give it to me. I'm going down."
"But if there's another snow-slide, you and Jimmy will get smashed. Besides, the job is mine."
"The snow and stones come down the middle and they'll stop by and by. Don't talk. Start!"
Deering hesitated. He was big and muscular, but he admitted that on the rocks Stannard was the better man. Moreover, to know he was accountable for Jimmy's plunge had shaken him, and he saw Stannard was very cool.
"Take the flask," he said and went off at a reckless speed.