When Sidney examined his surroundings more carefully than he had done in his first fright, he saw, not far away, a break in a snowy cliff. What had before appeared to be only a bit of rock exposed through the snow seemed then to promise a space back of the white mantle. With careful steps he waded over to the spot, and found, to his joy, that there was really a shelter ready for them. A shelving cliff projected a few feet beyond its base, and that projection had prevented the snow from drifting in quite to the rock at the bottom. There was a space of bare ground some three or four feet wide, and, what was more important, there were small shrubs growing all along at the base of the cliff. With a renewal of energy Sidney returned to his brother, taking care to step in the tracks he had made when going to the cliff. By so doing he packed the snow to some extent and made a semblance of a trail. Raymond had not stirred, and Sidney thought, with a pang, that without effective aid he probably never would stir again. He picked the unconscious boy up, and holding him across one shoulder, retraced his steps to the cliff. Sidney laid his brother down on the bare ground close to the rock wall, and then, without waiting to revive him, he hurried to collect fuel before it should become quite dark. Fortunately, while the shrubs at the base of the cliff appeared small, they had been growing for many years and there was more dead wood than green. Gathering armfuls of the small dead branches Sidney built a fire at the edge of the snow in front of where Raymond lay. How grateful was the warmth that was thrown back from the rocks of the cliff! The ruddy fire, reflected brilliantly from the glistening snow that covered everything, changed the appearance of cold, which had been so depressing but a few moments before, to a seeming of cheer and hope. Even the sight of Raymond, lying so still between the fire and the cliff, seemed less dreadful. As soon as the fire was established, Sidney placed a supply of fuel within reach, and then turned his attention to Raymond. Opening the blankets, and spreading the warm Daghestan rug on the ground, he stretched his brother on that. Then he took off Raymond’s shoes and stockings, and after briskly chafing his ice-cold feet, wrapped them in a blanket and chafed his hands and wrists. Alternately rubbing the boy’s feet and hands, he worked assiduously until a slight degree of warmth began to be manifest.