I glanced along that shelf, and I did not like what I saw.
"She's got a better head," I told him, "than I have got. Why didn't we bring along an airplane? I wonder if the way lies down or up, up towards the fall."
We bent over and examined the rock.
"Down," I observed.
"Down," Milton nodded.
Whilst I stood there pondering this and wondering what was down there in the blackness of that frightful chasm, Rhodes moved off to the right and examined the ledge there.
"And up too," he announced. "Somebody or some thing, or both, has gone up towards the fall."
"Great Heaven, if we get caught between them!"
"The programme is becoming interesting," Milton Rhodes admitted.
For a time we stood in silence, then he said: