Gardiner understood all this perfectly, and did as he was desired to do.  By keeping near the line he reached the shelf precisely at the spot where Stimson was ready to meet him; the latter arresting his downward movement by throwing the weight of his own body forward to meet his officer.  By such a precaution Roswell was stopped in time, else would he have gone over the shelf, and down a declivity that was so nearly perpendicular as to offer no means of arresting the movement.

“And what has become of Captain Daggett?” demanded Gardiner, as soon as on his feet again.

“I fear he has shot off the rock, sir,” was the answer.  “At the place where I reached this shelf, it was so narrow I could with great difficulty walk—­could not, indeed, had not the line been there to steady me; and, judging from the marks in the snow, the poor man has gone down helpless!”

This was appalling intelligence to receive at such a time, and in such a place!  But, Roswell was not unmanned by it; on the contrary, he acted coolly and with great judgment.  Making a coil of the ratlin-stuff, he threw the line down until certain it reached bottom, at the distance of about six fathoms.  Then he caused Stimson to brace himself firmly, holding on to the line, aided by a turn round a rise in the rock, and he boldly lowered himself down the precipice, reaching its base at about the distance he had calculated so to do.

It still snowed violently, the flakes being large, and eddying round the angles of the rocks, in flurries so violent as, at moments, to confound all the senses of the young man.  He was resolute, however, and bent on an object of humanity, as well as of good fellowship.  Living or dead, Daggett must be somewhere on his present level; and he began to grope his way among the fragments of rock, eager and solicitous.  The roaring of the wind almost prevented his hearing other sounds; though once or twice he heard; or fancied that he heard, the shouts of Stimson from above.  Suddenly, the wind ceased, the snow lessened in quantity, soon clearing away altogether; and the rays of the sun—­and this in the dog-days of that region, be it remembered—­fell bright and genial on the glittering scene.  At the next instant, the eyes of Roswell fell on the object of his search.

Daggett had been carried over the narrow shelf on which Stimson landed, in consequence of his having no support, or any means of arresting his momentum.  He did thrust forward his lance, or leaping-staff; but its point met nothing but air.  The fall, however, was by no means perpendicular, several projections of the rocks helping to lessen it; though it is probable that the life of the unfortunate sealer was saved altogether by means of the lance.  This was beneath him as he made his final descent, and he slid along it the whole length, canting him into a spot where was the only piece of stinted vegetation that was to be seen for a considerable distance.  In consequence of coming down on a tolerably thick bunch of furze, the fall was essentially broken.