"What a question!" retorted Sybil, indignantly. "I stood below to catch you in case you slipped; but who is there to catch me, I beg to inquire?"
"The owl," said Orissa. "Will you try it?"
"Is it worth while? Tell me what you've found up there."
Orissa turned and examined the scene now spread before her.
"Better come up, Syb," she said. "But wait a moment and I'll help you."
She attached one of the straps to the coil of steel wire and passed the end down to her chum.
"Buckle the strap around you—just under your arms," she called. "I'll hold fast the wire at this end. You can't fall, then; but be careful, just the same."
With this support Sybil gained confidence. Exercising extreme caution she followed Orissa's example in scaling the cliff and as fast as she mounted her companion took up the slack in the wire and kept it taut. As soon as Sybil stood on the upper bar Orissa grasped her arms and drew her up beside her in safety.
"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Where there's a will, there's a way. It wasn't such a difficult feat, after all."
"There isn't enough money in the world to hire me to do it again," panted Sybil, trembling a little from the giddy experience.