”
“Them first?” said Angel.
“They can’t hold on to the rope, like you said. But you would have to be last. Or” — I had to give her all options — “or we can get you out first, if you really can’t wait.”
Which meant leaving the dogs to die, if they weren’t already dead. Silence, while Angel considered.
“I’ll tie the rope around Total first,” Angel called up, and my heart flooded with pride.
Total was pretty light, so he was easy to pull up. When we got him out into the biting wind, he blinked and stirred a bit. Fang quickly zipped him inside his jacket. Fang himself was shaking with cold, and I knew having a big icicle next to him wouldn’t help. We threw the rope down again and waited for eons while Angel tried to tie it around the much bigger dog.
“Akila’s really heavy,” Angel finally called. “I tied it on the best I could.”
Fang and I both pulled together, and we hauled up the eighty-pound dog without too much difficulty. As it had with Total, the frigid wind seemed to wake Akila up a bit when she got to the surface. I started rubbing her fur roughly all over, trying to get her blood going, while Fang dropped the rope into the crevasse again.
Total’s voice came sleepily out of Fang’s jacket. “Angel? Akila?”
“They’re okay,” Fang told him.
“Angel?” I called. “They’re both out. You did so good, sweetie! I’m so proud of you. Now you just hang on tight to the rope, okay? We’ll have you up in a sec.”
“I got the rope,” Angel said, close to tears. “But my foot’s still stuck. I don’t think I can get out.”
I looked at Fang in anguish. All of us were risking hypothermia. I already felt sleepy and weirdly warm, and Angel’s voice was weaker and weaker. Plus, even if we got Angel out, would she be able to fly? How would we carry Akila? She weighed almost as much as I did.
Crap.
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FIRST THINGS FIRST, I thought.
“Angel, instead of holding on to the rope, tie it around your chest, under your arms. We’ll pull you out.”
“But my —”
“I know, punkin,” I said determinedly. “We’ll just have to try.”
Fang and I together were strong enough to pull so hard that we’d break Angel’s ankle. She wouldn’t be able to hold on through that. Hence the tying. But at least she would be free. I still had no idea how to get Akila home.
“Okay, I’m ready,” came Angel’s small voice.
Fang and I nodded to each other, then slowly, firmly pulled on the rope. There was hardly any give. I heard Angel make a little wail of pain, but we kept pulling as it became harder and harder. Suddenly Angel cried out, and the rope was much easier to pull.
“Angel?”
“My foot’s out,” she said miserably.
We had her up top in a few seconds, and then we were both hugging her.
Angel looked up at me, her face shockingly white. “We won’t make it back,” she said. “Not in this storm.”
“She’s right,” Fang said. “We need to dig a hole and hunker down, wait it out.”
It took me only a second to agree. Carefully we stepped away from the crevasse and began looking for shelter. There was a rocky outcropping about ten yards away, and slowly, painfully, we dragged ourselves there, holding tightly to Angel and Akila.
Angel and the dogs crouched down while Fang and I dug out a cave as fast as we could. Since our hands were frozen and we couldn’t feel them, this took longer than we hoped. Finally it was big enough to hold all of us — barely. We grabbed Angel, Total, and Akila, and pulled them into our makeshift shelter. Fang and I kept our backs to the wind, and within a minute, the storm had blown enough snow to seal us in. It was amazing how the wall deadened the sound outside. The lack of wind howling in my ears was deafening.
I took off my sunglasses and checked us all out. Angel was still pale and shaking with cold. Fang was trying hard not to shiver, but he was obviously grimly miserable. Total was struggling to his feet. Akila was standing uncertainly, pressed against the back wall of the shelter. Her thick fur was full of ice, and I quickly rubbed my gloved hands over her, brushing the ice to the ground.