“He tell me if I not push Pete off, he kill me,” continued Bry, with a grin.
“What did you do?”
“When they run into cave, I run by it, an’ come here. That’s all, Mars Sam.”
“You did well, Bry. If they climb up here after you, we’ll fight them to the death.”
“No climb rock any more, Mars Sam,” said Bry, soberly.
“Why not?”
“See how rock tip? Only fly can climb rock now.”
“I believe you’re right, Bry!” I cried, startled at this dreadful assertion; “and, if so, we’re prisoners here. Let us see what it looks like.”
I crawled rather stiffly down the inclined surface to the edge overlooking the sea, and one glance showed me that it would now be impossible for anyone to walk along the narrow ledge.
While I looked a sharp cry of horror from Nux reached my ears, and swiftly turning I hastened with Bry toward the place where the black was leaning over the gulf that separated the peak from the mainland.