One night, they are sitting around our campfire. When Malone lay down to sleep that night, he could see Challenger sitting unhappily on a rock. But the next morning, Challenger was bright and smiling. He said that ‘I have the answer!’ Challenger was fine mountaineer, and with the help of strong, fifty - metre rope. Malone could see our tree lying on the ground, broken into pieces. Then they look across at the pinnacle. There they saw Gomez. His face was wild and and strange, and his back eyes burned like fires.