"That afternoon, I went to Henry with a suggestion. Michael and Graham were still ill. But I was feeling almost fit again. "Why not let Geoffrey and me head up to camp two, so we can be in position just in case the typhoon heads away?" It was a long shot--a very long shot--but as the golfer Jack Nicklaus once said: "Never up, never in." Sure as hell, I wasn't going to stand any chance of the summit, sitting here at base camp twiddling my thumbs, waiting. In addition, at camp two, I could be a radio go-between from base camp (where Henry was) and the team higher up. That was the clincher. Henry knew that Michael and Graham weren't likely to recover any time soon. He understood my hunger, and he recognized the same fire that he had possessed in his own younger days. His own mountaineering maxim was: "Ninety-nine percent cautiousness; one percent recklessness." But knowing to use that 1 percent is the mountaineer's real skill. I stifled a cough and left his tent grinning. I was going up."