Death on the eiger...Wishart took a deep breath. His heart seemed to be leaping about wildly in his rib cage. He had to move and get that piton in before it was too late! Biting deeply into his lip he stretched upwards...His boot skidded out of the crack with the force of a released spring. A searing pain hit his arm like a red hot poker thrust into the soft flesh as it took the whole weight of his twelve stone. Pushed out by the angle of the wall and hanging by one arm only his body began to revolve slowly like a sack on the end of a rope...