Gale and Jan climbed down the rocky cliff over which the radar set had been blown by the enemy’s bomb until it seemed they could go no farther. They at last found themselves on a narrow rocky ledge that overlooked a perpendicular wall of rock.
“Get a grip on my leg,” Jan said. “Just in case I get dizzy. I’ll lay down flat and look over.”
“I’ve got you.” Gripping Jan’s right ankle with both her hands, Gale sat down and braced herself with her feet.
“Okay. Here I go,” Jan grunted. Flat on her stomach, she crept out a foot—two feet—until her head and shoulders hung over thin air.
“Jan! That’s far enough!” Gale cried in consternation. “You’ll be killed! Let the old radar set go!”
“I—I see it,” Jan panted.
“How far down?”
“’Bout forty feet.”
“Fine!” Gale tried to be cheerful about it. “We’ll take it at a running jump.”
“I—I see something else,” Jan puffed. “That wire cable that brought us our electricity is caught on this ledge we’re on, only farther over. If we could only get hold of that—”