He descended very cautiously, but as he came to the turn of the steps his foot slipped suddenly.
Linforth uttered a cry, but the man had not fallen.

He had tottered for a moment, then he had recovered himself.

But the earthen jar which he carried on his head had fallen and been smashed to atoms.
Again the three made a simultaneous movement, but this time it was a movement of joy.

Again an exclamation burst from Shere Ali's lips, but now it was a cry of triumph.
He stood erect, and at once he turned to go.

As he turned he met Linforth's gaze.