Ram!" he shouted.

"Rouse up! For goodness' sake, speak! Try to creep farther on to the rock.

Oh, help I help!" He shouted this frantically, but a wild and mournful cry from a gull was the only response, and his voice seemed to be utterly lost in the vast space around.
"I shall have murdered the poor fellow," groaned Archy; and he stared about wildly again, in search of some means of getting to his adversary.
None--none whatever.

It would have been madness to jump, and he knew it--death--certain death to both.

No one could have leaped down that distance on to a shelf of rock without serious injury, and then it would have been impossible to save himself from the rebound which must have sent him headlong into the sea below.