“It’s Bob Harris, sir,” said the last man they reached. “I see him a moment ago, and heard him cry out, and then he was gone.”
With his blood seeming to chill, Archy crept in the darkness close to the cliff edge, to find that it sloped down where he stood.
“Give me your hand, Dick,” he whispered.
“Lie down, my lad, and I’ll go down too,” said the sailor in a husky voice, which told of the horror he felt.
It was good advice, and the midshipman was putting it in force just as Gurr came tearing up.
“What is it?” he panted.
“Bob Harris gone over, sir,” whispered Dick.
“And no rope with us!” exclaimed the master. “See anything, my lad?”
“Yes; he is just below here on a ledge. Hi! Are you hurt?”
“No, sir,” came up faintly; “but I durstn’t move, or I should go over.”