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Lew and the Indian had Leithen between them, steadying himself with a hand on each of their huge back-packs. The Hare's rope had gone to the cording of the dunnage, and Lew's was in a coil on Leithen's shoulder. The journey to the snow shoot was made in many short stages, across a frozen pool of the river, and then in the snow- sprinkled herbage below the eastern crags. The weather was changing, for a yellow film was creeping from the north over the sky.
"There'll be big snow on the tops," said Lew, "and maybe a god- awful wind."