"If I don't break my neck to-day," said Antek, "I'll finish in the canal—it's all one to me."
We fall to disputing. Meanwhile it has become as dark as in a cellar. In the end of ends we conclude to go at hazard. We advance cautiously.
The place is wide enough at first, but afterward narrower and narrower. As far as we can see, on the right and left are abysses, probably bottomless.
The ridge grows still narrower, and, what is more, pieces of stone, loosened by the wind, fall away from under our feet.
"I will go on my hands and knees; 'tis impossible to go any other way!" said Antek.
In truth, 'tis impossible to go any other way, so we go on our hands and knees, advancing like two chimpanzees.
But soon it appears that that too is impossible. The back of the cliff becomes as narrow as a horse's back. Antek sits astride of it, I also, and leaning on our hands put down before us we pushed forward with uncommon damage to our clothing. After a certain time I hear the voice of my comrade,—
"Vladek?"
"What is it?"
"The ridge has come to an end."