Seeing Westy slowly but surely drawing himself back again upon terra firma, Artie, with a dizziness amounting almost to nausea, stepped down from that Pinnacle of Destiny and into safety.
Unashamed, he wiped the perspiration from off his face and sat down in the hollow a minute to regain his composure.
“Well!” he called to Westy. “I’m down, but how am I going to get out?”
“What were you saying, Art?” Westy shouted from above.
Artie repeated his question.
“Why you can get out the same way as you got in, can’t you?”
“Not so’s you can notice it!”
“Why not?”
“Why? Just because there isn’t a place for me to get a foothold on the whole darn precipice; it’s just as smooth as glass.”