It seemed a fearful thing to do--to stand where the slightest slip would send him reeling into the abyss.
"It's like tempting fate," whispered Patsy, a safe distance away.

"I wish he would step back a little." As if he had overheard her the man half turned and calmly examined the group.

His eyes were an almost colorless blue, his features destitute of any expression.

By his dress he seemed well-to-do, if not prosperous, yet there was a hint of melancholy in his poise and about him a definite atmosphere of loneliness.
After that one deliberate look he turned again and faced the canyon, paying no attention to the interested little party that hovered far enough from the edge to avoid any possible danger.
"Oh, dear!" whispered Myrtle, clinging to Beth's arm with trembling fingers, "I'm afraid he's going to--to commit suicide!" "Nonsense!" answered Beth, turning pale nevertheless.
The figure was motionless as before.

Uncle John and the Major started along the path but as Beth attempted to follow them Myrtle broke away from her and hobbled eagerly on her crutches toward the stranger.