“What! is it so dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“Do you mean to tell me that we could not get down to that beautiful place below?”
“The regular way is to go as the sheep and cattle do sometimes. They get grazing too close, and slip and fall. Most of them are killed, but some fall from shelf to shelf and get over it. Look!”
He caught Nic by the shoulder, roughly pressed him nearer the edge, and pointed with one hand.
Nic’s heart began to beat heavily, but he drew a deep breath and would not shrink.
“Well?” he said, after a pause. “I’m looking. What at?”
“Can’t you see sheep down below, and quite a drove of bullocks?”
“No,” said Nic: “my eyes are not used to it—yours are.”