"I give up. No one would have the least chance in such a current," said Sam, in a hollow voice.
[CHAPTER XI]
"LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP"
Dick Travers dropped his gun and frantically seized a stout sapling which grew close to the edge. A cry of horror escaped his lips, as it began to bend beneath his weight, and his hands to glide over the slippery surface.
"Dave—Bob!" he yelled, despairingly. "Help!"
Through the crevice, narrow as it was, came a patch of light. He turned his head, to shut out the view of the awful chasm below, but in even that quick glance the jutting crags and great boulders strewn about the base were indelibly fixed upon his memory.
The sapling was still bending, but with the grip of despair he clung to it, fearing each instant to hear the fatal snap.
"Help! Bob, Dave!" he gasped again. "Help!"
Then his dangling feet bumped against the face of the cliff and struck a projection. Daring to look down again, he saw a ledge about a foot wide, and hope sprang within him.