"As for me I would rather attempt the Red Sea." "Odds, man, the choice is not given.

'T is either turn and go back, or foot the tree; of the two the attempt at turning would addle me worse." I leaned out over the edge as far as I dared, clinging desperately to the root, and gazed down.

It was like peering into the mouth of a great well.

Then I nerved myself for the ordeal, and the next moment was fairly launched over the abyss, hanging on grimly to the log, my brain reeling as if with drunkenness.

Yet I kept moving inch by inch, for there was now no stopping, and soon felt solid rock once more beneath my groping feet.