cliff, and Elzevir pushing firmly in my back; and the thing that frightened me most was that there was nothing at all for the hand to take hold of, for had there been a piece of string, or even a thread of cotton, stretched along to give a semblance of support, I think I could have done it; but there was only the cliff-wall, sheer and white, against that narrowest way, with never cranny to put a finger into. The wind was blowing in fresh puffs, and though I did not open my eyes, I knew that it was moving the little tufts of bent grass, and the chiding cries of the gulls seemed to invite me to be done with fear and pain and broken leg, and fling myself off on to the rocks below.
Then Elzevir spoke. "John," he said, "there is no time to play the woman; another minute of this and we are lost. Pluck up thy courage, keep thy eyes to the cliff, and forward."
Yet I could not, but answered: "I cannot, I cannot; if I open my eyes, or move hand or foot, I shall fall on the rocks below."
He waited a second, and then said: "Nay, move thou must, and 'tis better to risk falling now than fall for certain with another bullet in thee later on." And with that he shifted his hand from my back and fixed it in my coat-collar, moving backwards himself, and setting to drag me after him.
Now, I was so besotted with fright that I would not budge an inch, fearing to fall over if I opened my eyes. And Elzevir, for all he was so strong, could not pull a helpless lump backwards up that path. So he gave it up, leaving go hold on me with a groan;
