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Our Venture.
We were standing on a narrow, irregular, all too slanting little ledge, and should doubtless have ignominiously slipped off and broken our rash necks but for the vine.

This was a thick-leaved, wide-spreading thing, a little like Amphelopsis.
"It's not QUITE vertical here, you see," said Terry, full of pride and enthusiasm.

"This thing never would hold our direct weight, but I think if we sort of slide down on it, one at a time, sticking in with hands and feet, we'll reach that next ledge alive." "As we do not wish to get up our rope again--and can't comfortably stay here--I approve," said Jeff solemnly.
Terry slid down first--said he'd show us how a Christian meets his death.

Luck was with us.