“I—I think so.”
“Put your weight on it carefully and see. I can’t look up.”
There was an instant of silence. Then,
“It’s all right,” sighed Tad. “I’m going to get a new hold with my hands, Kitty.”
“One at a time,” said Kitty. “Go slow. I can hold you for awhile.”
“I’ve moved one,” said Tad presently. “It—it’s sort of weak though, I guess——”
“Work the fingers and get the blood back. Better?”
“Y-yes.”
“Now get your other over.”
The weight on Kitty’s hand increased for an instant. Then Tad announced that he had moved his left hand over. “I guess I can get that foot into the crack now,” he said nervously.