Inch by inch hugging the cliff, with our backs to the sea, we crawled over that treacherous ledge, sometimes slipping to our knees, sometimes hanging sheer by our hands.
Once, in a moment of weakness, I looked back to see how our men were faring.

As I did so, a youth, next after me, a tall, brave youth who had been foremost in all the peril, suddenly staggered and slipped.

For a moment he hung by hand and knee to the ledge; the next with a loud groan he fell backwards into the darkness.

I heard the crash of his body on the rocks below, and, in my horror, my own grip for an instant relaxed, and I felt myself following.

But a strong hand caught me and held me up, and Ludar said: "Humphrey, are you a fool?
Lookup, man, or you are lost." After that I had eyes for naught but the cliff before me.