"You can go on ahead." They crept among low shrubs and around the bowlders, carefully guarding every slightest movement lest some rustle of disturbed foliage, or sound of loosened stone, might draw the fire of those keen watchers.
Nor dared they ignore the close proximity of their own little company, who, amid such darkness, might naturally suspect them for approaching savages.

Every inch of their progress was attained through tedious groping, yet the distance to be traversed was short, and Hampton soon found himself pressing against the uprising precipice.

Passing his fingers along the front, he finally found that narrow ledge which he had previously located with such patient care, and reaching back, drew the girl silently upon her feet beside him.

Against that background of dark cliff they might venture to stand erect, the faint glimmer of reflected light barely sufficient to reveal to each the shadowy outline of the other.
"Don't move an inch from this spot," he whispered.

"It wouldn't be a square deal, Kid, to leave those poor fellows to their death without even telling them there's a chance to get out." She attempted no reply, as he glided noiselessly away, but her face, could he have seen it, was not devoid of expression.