“What was that?” the scout asked.
“Oh, nothin’! Lower me down, if you kin.”
“It’s going to be a hard job; you’re a heavy man.”
“Waal, then let me stay hyar!” the fellow growled.
The scout put the noose of the rope round Juniper Joe’s body, under the arms.
“I’ll try it,” he said, “if you’ve got the grit!”
Juniper Joe looked over the edge, and shivered.
“If anything should happen, I reckon I’d fetch up dead on them rocks down there.”
“I can get a pretty good grip, by locking a leg round this point of rock, and I think I can hold you; but the rope is strong enough to hold you, even if I should slip.”
“It’d cut me in two, if you should let go.”