He had been foresighted enough
to mark the very spot, only a scratch of stone on stone, but we
could see to read in that light. For anchorage there was a tough,
fair-sized shrub close to the wall.
"Now I'll climb up on you two again and go over first," said
Terry. "That'll hold the rope firm till you both get up on top.
Then I'll go down to the end. If I can get off safely, you can see
me and follow--or, say, I'll twitch it three times. If I find there's
absolutely no footing--why I'll climb up again, that's all. I don't
think they'll kill us."
From the top he reconnoitered carefully, waved his hand, and
whispered, "OK," then slipped over. Jeff climbed up and I followed,
and we rather shivered to see how far down that swaying, wavering
figure dropped, hand under hand, till it disappeared in a mass of
foliage far below.
Then there were three quick pulls, and Jeff and I, not without
a joyous sense of recovered freedom, successfully followed our leader.
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