Frank stood still farther out on a cracked point that made me tremble, and his yell reenforced Jones's.

From far below rolled up a chorus of thrilling bays and yelps, and Jim's call, faint, but distinct on that wonderfully thin air, with its unmistakable note of warning.
Then on the slide I saw a lion headed for the rim wall and climbing fast.

I added my exultant cry to the medley, and I stretched my arms wide to that illimitable void and gloried in a moment full to the brim of the tingling joy of existence.

I did not consider how painful it must have been to the toiling lion.

It was only the spell of wild environment, of perilous yellow crags, of thin, dry air, of voice of man and dog, of the stinging expectation of sharp action, of life.
I watched the lion growing bigger and bigger.