“Can you pull me up?” asked the youth.
“I can, if you will help by holding on to the bushes,” returned Landes.
He began to pull up slowly and with great care, and soon Bob’s hands grasped the edge of the ledge, and he drew himself up to a place of safety.
In the mean time the girl above was growing weaker, and she gave a low moan.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” she gasped. “My head is awfully dizzy.”
“Hold for just a minute longer,” shouted Bob. “Frank, let me climb up on your shoulders.”
Landes agreed. In an instant Bob was up on the young man’s shoulders. By this time the bushes to which the girl clung had partly loosened themselves, and the girl now hung within reach of Bob’s sturdy arms.
“Steady below!” he shouted to Landes. “Now, hold out your hand and jump. You will come down all right,” he added to the fair one.
The girl hesitated, but after one look into Bob’s truthful eyes, she grew confident, and, letting go her hold, allowed herself to drop into his outstretched arms.
Landes collapsed under the combined weight. But Bob expected this, and, as he and the girl came down, he took good care that neither should go over the edge of the ledge.