"Cross over—that is, if we are permitted to do so."
If we should be permitted to do so!
I gazed into the black profundity of the chasm, and I tell you that I certainly did not feel happy.
"Why," I asked, "didn't we bring a parachute along? I have an idea that we'll wish before very many minutes that we had done so."
"It is possible," said Rhodes, and his voice and mien were grave, "that we shall. However, Bill, it is cross over—or give the whole thing up and go back."
"Go back? Never!"
"My sentiments to a T, Bill.
"It is possible, though," he added, turning and sending his look along the wall, "that we may find a way out of this infernal place by following the ledge."
"But," was my comment, "not probable."
"'Twill do no harm," he said, "to see."