In each instance he looked below, waving his hand encouragingly to the anxious one who watched him so closely.

On, over fierce crags, around grim towers, along steep walls, higher and higher he crawled.

Twice he slipped and fell back several feet.

When he glanced down, cold perspiration standing on his forehead, he saw her bending with averted face, her hands pressed to her eyes as if she expected his body to come crashing to her feet.

With recovered energy he shouted to her, and the quick, glad glance upward was enough to make the remainder of the ascent glorious to him.