Nebraska saw what was coming, off and jumped for the ledge on which we were standing.

He missed it by five feet.
There wasn't a sound from his lips as he shot down into the awful blackness of the canyon.

I got sick and dizzy, but not so sick that I couldn't see what was happening to Taylor.

Taylor didn't jump for the ledge.

He turned like a cat and grabbed a rail of the bridge, trying to climb back to the level.