This we accomplished with some trouble, and the rest was easy.
A foot or two above my head the handkerchief fluttered in the wind.
Hanging to the rope, I grasped it.

It was my wife's.

As I did so I noticed the face of a baboon peering at me over the edge of the cleft, the first baboon we had seen that morning.

The brute gave a bark and vanished.

Thrusting the handkerchief into my breast, I set my feet against the cliff and scrambled up as hard as I could go.