“It’s no use, boys.  It can’t be done!  This is no blizzard, but a regular two days’ snifter!  It’s no longer meltin’, but packin’ and driftin’ now.  Even if we get over the divide, we’re sure to be blocked up in the pass.”

It was true!  To their bitter disappointment they could now see that the snow had not really diminished in quantity, but that the now finely-powdered particles were rapidly filling all inequalities of the surface, packing closely against projections, and swirling in long furrows across the levels.  They looked with anxiety at their self-constituted leader.

“We must make a break to get down in the woods again before it’s too late,” he said briefly.

But they had already drifted away from the fringe of larches and dwarf pines that marked the sides of the Ridge, and lower down merged into the dense forest that clothed the flank of the mountain they had lately climbed, and it was with the greatest difficulty that they again reached it, only to find that at that point it was too precipitous for the descent of their horses.  Benumbed and speechless, they continued to toil on, opposed to the full fury of the stinging snow, and at times obliged to turn their horses to the blast to keep from being blown over the Ridge.  At the end of half an hour the ostler dismounted, and, beckoning to the others, took his horse by the bridle, and began the descent.  When it came to Hale’s turn to dismount he could not help at first recoiling from the prospect before him.  The trail—­if it could be so called—­was merely the track or furrow of some fallen tree dragged, by accident or design, diagonally across the sides of the mountain.  At times it appeared scarcely a foot in width; at other times a mere crumbling gully, or a narrow shelf made by the projections of dead boughs and collected debris.  It seemed perilous for a foot passenger, it appeared impossible for a horse.  Nevertheless, he had taken a step forward when Clinch laid his hand on his arm.

“You’ll bring up the rear,” he said not unkindly, “ez you’re a stranger here.  Wait until we sing out to you.”

“But if I prefer to take the same risks as you all?” said Hale stiffly.

“You kin,” said Clinch grimly.  “But I reckoned, as you wern’t familiar with this sort o’ thing, you wouldn’t keer, by any foolishness o’ yours, to stampede the rocks ahead of us, and break down the trail, or send down an avalanche on top of us.  But just ez you like.”

“I will wait, then,” said Hale hastily.

The rebuke, however, did him good service.  It preoccupied his mind, so that it remained unaffected by the dizzy depths, and enabled him to abandon himself mechanically to the sagacity of his horse, who was contented simply to follow the hoofprints of the preceding animal, and in a few moments they reached the broader trail without a mishap.  A discussion regarding their future movements was already taking place.  The impossibility of regaining the station at the Summit was admitted; the way down the mountain to the next settlement was still left to them, or the adjacent woods, if they wished for an encampment.  The ostler once more assumed authority.