"But don't you be worried, Mr. Jones," said he. "I've been in tighter places than this." This reminded me forcibly of the Skipper.
"You may have been," said I, "but I don't think I have, much."
And now I heard Cynthia's voice calling to me again.
I went to the edge of the chasm. There I found her standing on the other side, holding tight to the sapling.
"Don't come so near, for God's sake!" said I.
She was looking blankly at the great abyss, as if she were dreaming.
"How did it happen?" she said.
"How does anything happen?" asked I. "As if we didn't have enough to worry us without having that piece of rock fall."
"Do you think that we can ever get back to you?" asked Cynthia.
"If you don't, I'll jump off the cliff," said I.