He moved down to the edge of the snow and ice; I followed.
"Now for the creepers," said Milton, seating himself on a rock-fragment. "Then we are off."
A few moments, and we had fastened on the toothed soles of steel and were under way again.
Suddenly Rhodes, who was leading, stopped, raised his alpenstock and pointed with it.
"There they are, Bill!"
And there they were. The Rocks of Tamahnowis—the Spirit, the Demon Rocks—in sight at last.
Chapter 12
WE ENTER THEIR SHADOW
For a space we stood there in silence looking at that dark mass which reared itself up, like a temple in ruins I thought, in the midst of the crevassed ice.