They waited until he climbed up the slope to where they stood.
Finally, after ten minutes of silence passed, they heard the sound of feet running down the slope on the other side of the rise above them.
Below, he could see a displaced boulder and disturbed earth before the slope dropped off at an impossible angle into utter blackness.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
The slope dropped at a precarious angle, impossible to maneuver unsecured, only a few degrees from the perpendicular.
After the first several feet, the angle of the slope dropped more sharply and he was forced to move to his left to avoid falling.
He could still hear her stifled sobs as he cautiously moved down the slope, wedging his foot against rocks and small vegetation for purchase.
The white Hummer limo made it up the snowy slope and slowed as it crossed the cleared cobblestone drive in front of the castle.
Dean skied a few tentative yards down the slope, took a couple of turns, stopped, and assessed himself.
He scanned the slope below him and located the others.
You wouldn't think skiing the bunny slope with a kid is any fun but I got a hell of a kick out of it.
Dean explained how they suspected it was Shipton who had frightened Donnie on the ski slope in Telluride.
As he peddled downhill toward Ridgway, he could see the east side of the valley, exposed to the southern sun, had melted nearly clear of snow while across the valley, draped in shadow most of the day, the western slope retained almost all its recent covering.
"Shipton!" he continued to yell as he paid out more of the line, moving down the short but near-vertical slope of snow-covered rock, his eyes fixed above on the receding bank of trees and safety.
Water dripped from above and tiny snowballs cascaded down the slope, bouncing off his un-helmeted head and under his collar as his line scoured the bank of snow above him.
A bank of clouds tumbled down the slope to the left of him, bathing the summit in cold dampness.
He was assisted up the slope to the vehicle of a tour monitor and placed in the back seat.
The steepest slope observed occurs off the island of Sapienza, near Navarino, where 1720 fathoms has been obtained only 10 miles from land.
The surface of the province is a gentle slope from the south-east (where it ranges between 80 and 160 ft.
Among the great glaciers which stream from the peak the most noteworthy are those of Bossons and Taconnaz (northern slope) and of Brenva and Miage (southern slope).
Amritsar district is a nearly level plain, with a very slight slope from east to west.
Slope of Monte Capanne is another of his country houses.
The scarp or steeply inclined slope; this is necessarily of small extent except in the direction of its length.
2 But it may be said that any abrupt slope of 2000 ft.
Methinks I hear them barking behind the Peterboro' Hills, or panting up the western slope of the Green Mountains.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!
From the bottom of the slope, where the parleys had taken place, came the report of musketry.
She returned to the garden and sat down on the grass at the foot of the slope by the pond, where no one could see her.
As if responding to them but with a different sort of merriment, the metallic sound of the bells reverberated high above and the hot rays of the sun bathed the top of the opposite slope with yet another sort of merriment.
But beneath the slope, by the cart with the wounded near the panting little nag where Pierre stood, it was damp, somber, and sad.
Without further thought as to who had taken whom prisoner, the Frenchman ran back to the battery and Pierre ran down the slope stumbling over the dead and wounded who, it seemed to him, caught at his feet.
Pierre ran down the slope once more.
Immediately beyond the forest, on a downward slope, lay a field of spring rye.