“I want to get one or two views here,” said Frank Landes. “Let us get over the stream and under the cliff.”
They crossed the bridge and walked along the base of the cliff for a distance of several hundred feet.
“Now straighten out that tripod and I’ll put some plates in the camera,” went on the young man.
He had explained the workings of the different parts of his instrument to Bob, and the youth lost no time in complying with his request.
The tripod was set up, and the young man was just about to place the camera upon it, when there came a terrible scream from overhead.
“What’s up?” queried Frank Landes.
“My gracious!” burst out Bob. “Look there!”
The young man looked to the spot indicated.
The sight presented was enough to chill the blood of both. A young girl had fallen over the edge of the cliff, and now hung suspended in mid-air, her dress caught in some scraggy rocks and bushes.
“She’ll be killed!” ejaculated Frank Landes.