This rock canopy above their heads, this absolutely unscalable barrier to their hopes extended in both directions so far as the eye could see.
Bill, who had moved several feet downhill, was flashing his light back and forth along the rugged edge of this roof of rock beneath which she stood.
“How far does it go?” she asked in a small voice.
“According to Terry,” he replied, “right to where the cliffs end—both ways—and without a break or a tunnel. But you can’t walk along underneath very far, because this slant we are on is only forty or fifty yards wide. Beyond it in either direction there’s a sheer drop.”
“Then—we’re out of luck.” Her tone was entirely hopeless.
Bill laughed shortly. “Where Terry got down, we can get up—but it’s not going to be easy—and that’s sure fire!”
Chapter IX
OVER THE TOP
“Well! If you know the way out, why don’t you say so?” Dorothy flared in exasperation.
“What?” returned Bill vaguely.
He was walking across the side of the hill, keeping beneath the end of the rocky overhang forty feet above his head. The light from his electric torch swept along the edge of this seemingly unsurmountable obstruction. Then it darted out and upward as if to pierce the dripping night above.