"Success vindicated Gus's contention. The second time just as it seemed as if his slide would be repeated he made a last supreme effort and gripped the coveted peg. By means of the rope Hazard quickly joined him. The next peg was nearly sixty feet away; but for nearly half that distance the base of some glacier in the forgotten past had ground a shallow furrow. Taking advantage of this it was easy for Gus to lasso the eye-bolt. And it seemed as was really the case that the hardest part of the task was over. True the curve steepened to nearly sixty degrees above them but a comparatively unbroken line of eye-bolts six feet apart awaited the lads. They no longer had even to use the lasso. Standing on one peg it was child's play to throw the bight of the rope over the next and to draw themselves up to it."