"Best of wool and perfectly new."
"How long is it?"
"Four yards."
"Then give it to me."
Albert handed it to him and he bound it about his arms. This done, Gratillet swung himself over a precipice and began his dangerous journey.
"Flying is not so bad after all," said the reporter. "It is doing splendidly and I—"
The scarf broke and Gratillet fell to the bottom, carrying Albert along, who had held one end of it.
At the same moment the discharge of musketry was heard. Had they escaped from Scylla to fall into Charybdis?