“We must save her!” returned Bob. “I wonder if I can’t climb up to her and keep her from falling.”
“Help! help!” cried the girl, in tones of deepest agony, as she caught hold of one of the bushes with her right hand.
“Hold fast till I climb up to you!” shouted Bob.
He caught up the tripod and began to ascend the face of the cliff as best he could.
“What are you going to do?” asked Frank Landes.
“Save the girl,” returned Bob, resolutely.
In a few minutes the fearless youth had reached a ledge some ten feet below the spot where the girl hung. He tried to go up higher, but found it was impossible to do so.
“Oh, help me! Help me, please!” cried the girl, as soon as she caught sight of Bob.
“I will,” he said.
Taking the tripod he braced it as firmly as he could on the ledge upon which he was standing. Then, by the aid of some bushes he managed to balance himself upon the top.