“That’s dangerous,” Brent muttered, “the surface is icy, you can see it glisten in the sun.”
When they ran out into the clearing at the base of Lonesome Man, Gale was just beginning her trip to rescue Toto.
“Gale! Go back!” Phyllis cried, but her voice did not carry to her friend. “She can’t go out there!” Phyllis said wildly to Brent.
Brent started forward but a second later Phyllis stopped him.
“Wait,” she said. “Look!”
Gale had worked herself half way out on the ledge.
“Don’t go now—you will frighten her and she will fall.”
The two watched breathlessly. Their eyes never once wavered from the figure of the girl above them as she worked her way out on the ice covered ledge to where a little ball of fur crouched in terror. They gasped when once her foot slipped and she was prostrated flat on the ice.
“Ooo, I can’t look!” Phyllis whispered frantically, but just the same she watched Gale fascinatedly.
When Gale had Toto secure in her arm the two spectators let out a sigh of thankfulness but they were too soon. Gale had no more than started the perilous return journey to the rock when a warning crack was heard. They saw her give one horrified glance at the icy floor beneath her.