"I should try and climb, shouldn't I?
If you keep me tight like that I can't get down." "Are you all right ?" said Mike anxiously, for he was by far the more nervous of the two.
"Right ?--yes; but I feel like a cow tethered to a picket, so that I can't reach the bit of grass sward.

Now then, lower away." Mike obeyed, with the palms of his hands growing very moist, as his companion drew closer to the brink.
"Lower away!" cried Vince.
"No: that's close enough," said Mike decidedly.

"Look from where you are, and come back.

Now then, what can you see ?" "A bit of moss and a patch of sea-pink just under my nose.

Don't be so stupid! How am I to look over the edge if you hold me tight up like this?
Ah!" "What is it ?" cried Mike, holding on to the rope with all his might, and keeping it resting on the rock, over which it had slowly glided.
"Only a loose stone gave way under my feet, and went down." He remained silent, waiting to hear the fragment rebound and strike somewhere, but he listened in vain.