Just at the end of this flat ledge, farthest from where the bridle-path leads down, but not a hundred yards from where we stand, there is a sheep-track leading up the cliff.

It starts where the under-cliff dies back again into the chalk face, and climbs by slants and elbow-turns up to the top.

The shepherds call it the Zigzag, and even sheep lose their footing on it; and of men I never heard but one had climbed it, and that was lander Jordan, when the Excise was on his heels, half a century back.

But he that tries it stakes all on head and foot, and a wounded bird like thee may not dare that flight.

Yet, if thou art content to hang thy life upon a hair, I will carry thee some way; and where there is no room to carry, thou must down on hands and knees and trail thy foot.' It was a desperate chance enough, but came as welcome as a patch of blue through lowering skies.