If I find there's absolutely no footing--why I'll climb up again, that's all.

I don't think they'll kill us." From the top he reconnoitered carefully, waved his hand, and whispered, "OK," then slipped over.

Jeff climbed up and I followed, and we rather shivered to see how far down that swaying, wavering figure dropped, hand under hand, till it disappeared in a mass of foliage far below.
Then there were three quick pulls, and Jeff and I, not without a joyous sense of recovered freedom, successfully followed our leader..