That's the way.

Easy as kiss my hand.

A little more, and a little more, and there we are.

Why, Mike, old chap, it's just like sitting in a saddle--only it's so hard." "Are your legs right over the side ?" "Yes, and the wind's blowing up the legs of my trousers like anything.
Oh! you can't think what a sharp draught there is." "Never mind the draught." "No use to," said Vince.
"Oh, I say, do have a good look down, and then come up again.

Now, then: does the cliff slope from where you are ?" "Yes, right down to the water." "Steeply ?" "Yes." "Could we climb down ?" "Yes, if we were flies: Mike, old chap, it's just awful!" "What!" cried Mike breathlessly.
"Yes: that's it--awful," said Vince quietly, as he rested his hands on the block he bestrode, and looked over to his left.