I had to, for I was his master, and besides, I was a bit of an athlete then.

I cried to him to hang on and not look down.

I clambered down the swaying trunk while my people held the ropes at the top, and when I got near the man I saw what bad happened.
"He had twisted his ankles in the fall, and though he had got them out of the ropes, yet they hung loose and quite obviously broken.

I got as near him as I could, and leaned over, and I remember seeing through below his armpits the blue of the stream six hundred feet down.

It made me rather sick with my job, and when I called him to pull himself up a bit till I could grip him I thought he was helpless with the same fright.