Venters pulled off his boots and then felt for the little steps in the rock.

The shade of the cliff above obscured the point he wanted to gain, but he could see dimly a few feet before him.

What he had attempted with care he now went at with surpassing lightness.

Buoyant, rapid, sure, he attained the corner of wall and slipped around it.

Here he could not see a hand before his face, so he groped along, found a little flat space, and there removed the saddle-bags.