"All right, photographer—quick," said Havens.
The cat sprang again, and landed on the back of its antagonist; the buck partly rose, the weight of the panther pulled him sideways, and both goat and cat, struggling madly, fell in a heap upon the very edge of the precipice.
The battle was no longer against each other—it was now to regain their footing on the brink.
Breathlessly the boys watched; Dick Travers pointed his camera.
For an instant, the outcome was in doubt; then the buck, with wildly waving legs, plunged backward into the abyss, dragging his snarling foe with him.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Dave; "what a finish!"
"Great Cæsar!" cried Bob. "They'll be knocked into a thousand bits."
"By Jingo—both done for," added Havens.
Then something else happened.
Dick Travers, in his eagerness to get a photo, failed to notice a projecting rock; he tripped, and found himself going forward.