“They’d let us down,” said Jem drily; “but I don’t know ’bout bending.”
Don clung to the face of the rock, hesitating, and wondering whether by any possibility they could get down another way, and finding that it was absolutely hopeless, he made up his mind to act.
“It is next to impossible to climb up, Jem,” he said.
“Yes, Mas’ Don.”
“And we can’t get down.”
“No, Mas’ Don. We shall have to live here for a bit, only I don’t know how we’re going to eat and sleep.”
“Jem.”
“Yes, Mas’ Don.”
“I’m going to jump into that tree.”
“No, Mas’ Don, you mustn’t risk it.”