Another hour or an hour and a half had elapsed.
[Illustration: Right into the eye of the wind the four well-nigh exhausted men struggled.
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The men had rested for the third time, and had only just resumed their toilsome way.
"Here we stop," he continued. "We'll have to knock up some kind of a shelter. Master Leslie, do you tell those fellows."
"Tell them what?" asked Leslie.
"That we don't go another step farther till the blizzard's done. If we do, I reckon we'll find ourselves sliding over the ice and into the sea."
"But we are some distance yet," expostulated Leslie, who recognised the place by a remarkable contraction of the cliffs.
A loud crash drowned O'Donovan's reply.