As soon as the great birds were hidden behind the precipice, the Ramblers continued on.
"Here's a place where we can get up," observed Bob, at length.
He began scrambling over a pile of rocks, and the others followed.
After many difficulties, and assisting each other over places which at first glance seemed impassable, the boys reached the snow.
"It's jolly fun to do this in summer, eh?" cried Bob, as he playfully shied a lump at Dave.
"I should say so," laughed the stout boy, returning the compliment.
"I can't forget that camera," sighed Dick, gloomily. "Excuse me, Havens, I didn't mean to soak you so hard."
Jim brushed a large quantity of snowflakes from around his neck.
"Oh, ho," said Dave, "this is a wonderful sight. A bit too cold to suit me, though. Our friends, the goats, have been here, all right—see the tracks?"
"And that's about all we will see of 'em," put in Havens. "They're scary critters. Big horns the same way."