But he clung to it with toes and fingers, like a fly.

He crawled this way and that--away to the right, slanting upward--away to the left, still slanting upward--and stood at last, a black peg on the summit, and waved his pigmy scarf! Then he crept downward to the raw steps again, then picked up his agile heels and flew.

We lost him presently.

But presently again we saw him under us, mounting with undiminished energy.

Shortly he bounded into our midst with a gallant war-whoop.