Beaching over to the uttermost, I contrived to lay a firm grasp upon her wrist.

But this would not do.

I could hardly drag her up by one arm, especially if she would not relax her grasp.

I must release the Regent and depend upon his obedience, or forfeit the chance of saving her, as in a few more moments she would certainly swoon and fall.
"Throw yourself upon me, and sit firm, if you value your life," I cried, and I relaxed my hold on his arm, stretching both hands to grasp Eveena.

I felt the man's weight on my body, and with both arms extended to the uttermost hanging over the edge, I caught firm bold of the girl's shoulders.