Using his safety rope,
Mac lowered himself onto the ledge. He quickly fashioned splints for
Paul broken leg, binding the pieces of his ski poles with duct tape.
"Mac, you should leave me here. Get help and come back."
"No way! There's a storm coming. You'd be a Cockney ice-cube by the time the Rescue got here. I'll carry you. I've got extra rope."
"You can't carry me… the weight is too much!"
"I told you it's no problem… and don't think you're getting out of this free and clear, bud. You owe me a new pair of ski poles!"