"Can't you call to him or get hold of him by the leg ?" "He's too far ahead," answered Rupert; "he's nearly at the top of the beastly thing.

Looking for Lieutenant Keith in the rooks' nests, I suppose." We were ourselves by this time far on our frantic vertical journey.

The mighty trunks were beginning to sway and shake slightly in the wind.
Then I looked down and saw something which made me feel that we were far from the world in a sense and to a degree that I cannot easily describe.
I saw that the almost straight lines of the tall elm trees diminished a little in perspective as they fell.

I was used to seeing parallel lines taper towards the sky.

But to see them taper towards the earth made me feel lost in space, like a falling star.
"Can nothing be done to stop Basil ?" I called out.
"No," answered my fellow climber.