His arms were dragged nearly out of joint; his strength was fast going; he believed that he was lost!
Still he struggled on, with the tenacity by which youth clings to life; he hung on, though certain that every moment would be his last.
He heard voices from below—shouts of encouragement—cries of “Hold on, Karl! Hold on!”
He knew the voices, and who uttered them. They had come too late; a weak scream was all the answer he could make.
It was the last effort of his strength. Simultaneous with its utterance, his hands relaxed their hold, and he fell backward from the cliff!
Chapter Fifty.
A Mysterious Monster.
Karl, poor fellow! was killed, of course; crushed to death upon the rocks; mangled—