Dorothy opened her eyes and was glad of his supporting arm. Far below, at the foot of the cliff, pinpoints of light moved hither and yon, puncturing the darkness.
“They know we’re somewhere up here,” he said softly. “Heard you when you slipped, I dare say. Well, we’ll take some finding—and that’s no lie,” he chuckled.
“Why—I—I—had no idea we’d come so far,” she stammered. “Those lights look miles away.”
“Three or four hundred feet, that’s all.”
“Funny—it makes me almost dizzy to look down there. You’re right—it is different from flying altitude. Bill, do you think they’ll find the chimney?”
“Maybe. But they’re not likely to try to use it—not tonight, anyway.”
“Why not? We did it.”
“We were sure of a way up—they aren’t. And I don’t imagine they bargained for any blind climb up cliffs like these in the rain and darkness. They wouldn’t mind slugging one of us with a sand bag, but when it comes to real danger, they’d count themselves out.”
“Gee,” Dorothy giggled nervously. “I wish I’d been able to!”
“Count yourself out? Well, I don’t blame you, kid. Nerve-wracking isn’t the name for it. But you certainly stood up well. Do you feel able to go on now?”