It's no more than ten yards and ye're well held above." Dickson made the attempt and found it easier than he expected.

The only trouble was his pack and waterproof, which had a tendency to catch on jags of rock.

A hand was reached out to him, he was pulled over the edge, and then pushed down on his face.

When he lifted his head Dougal and the others had joined him, and the whole company of the Die-Hards was assembled on a patch of grass which was concealed from the landward view by a thicket of hazels.

Another, whom he recognized as Heritage, was coiling up the rope.
"We'd better get all the stuff into the old Tower for the present," Heritage was saying.