"No. That's unfortunate."
"How did you get me down? I suppose—the rope held."
"Yes; but I was a fixture. It was all I could do to support your weight. I might have stayed there till Doomsday—but for Miss Winton. She climbed up to our help."
"Climbed—where?"
"To that ledge." Maurice indicated its position, and Pressford, startled into full consciousness, raised himself on one elbow, staring hard at the rocky rampart, then turning amazed eyes on Doris. "You were hanging above that—to one side—on the smooth slabby bit."
"You don't mean to say—!"
"Better lie still a little longer." Maurice put him back with a gentle hand.
"You don't mean to say she climbed up there—alone!—unroped!"
"Alone and unroped. She did it superbly. Not a slip from start to finish."
"My goodness!" uttered Pressford, still staring.