“Oh, thank Heaven!”
“Listen,” he cried, steadying his voice by a supreme effort. “You will find a ledge on your right. Keep your right hand, to the rock and come on quickly, quickly, for God’s sake!”
There was a sobbing reply, but he heard her come.
“Where are you?”
“Here; but go on quickly to the chief. He is in danger.”
“But you—you are hurt?”
“Go on,” he cried fiercely; and he felt the touch of her dress and heard her voice go out in a quivering cry for Sirayo.
“Inkosikasi,” came the faint reply.
She gave a shriek of terror as, guided by the heavy breathing of the chief, she felt his wrist, and slipping her hand over the straining muscles of the arm, found that he was hanging from the ledge.
“Your other hand,” she said.