“Yes, sah.”
“I should say that we were upon the exactly opposite side of the mountain.”
“Dat am a fac’, sah.”
“Well, how are we to get down from here?”
Harding went to the edge of the shelf of rock and looked down.
The view was not an encouraging one. A deep descent it was, and to make it one would have to exercise great care.
There were clinging vines on the face of the cliff.
Harding tested these, and found them firm and strong.
He swung himself over the edge.
“Are you a good climber, Pomp?” he cried. “If so, you may follow me.”