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experience of a really perilous climb lay ahead of them for another day.
Twilight was just settling over the upper reaches of the mountain when
they halted for the final climb to their night's camping place. In the
ravines darkness already had fallen.
"You will all wait here while I crawl around and get to the shelf. I
think some of you may have to be hauled up," decided the guide. The
girls gazed up a sharply sloping slab of granite, fully twenty feet
long. It followed a diagonal course, the top of it being some rods
from the shelf where they were to make camp. But, reaching the top,
they would be able to crawl along until they made the shelf, the only
level spot between themselves and the very top of Mount Chocorua.
Janus disappeared from view to the left, appearing twenty minutes later
at the top of the long, smooth slab. He held a coil of rope in his
hands.
"Look out below," he called, sending the coil shooting down the slab of
granite. "By taking hold of the rope, and bracing the body at the
proper angle, you mountain climbers ought to be able to walk right up.
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