Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
All was now ready. But Bob waited for nearly an hour until the
moonlight fell full upon the platform and the staple above it. Then he
rose, placed his right foot in the loop of rope from which he had
removed the experimental bundle, and stood on the ledge, grasping the
rope firmly with his right hand. It was an anxious moment. He felt a
sudden shudder run through his body as he hesitated on the brink,
looking at the black gulf before him, and realizing that he was in very
truth taking his life into his hands. But his hesitation was but
momentary. With a determination and a hope that were themselves prayer
he set his lips, pulled the rope taut, and dropped, his companions
holding their breath as they watched him. There was little jerk as he
fell, but it seemed an eternity before the swift motion through the air
began to slacken on the upward swing. Suddenly, just as he felt that he
was coming to a stop, he saw the staple above him slightly to his right.
He jerked himself up and sideways in the effort to catch it with his
unoccupied left hand; he touched it with the tips of his fingers; then
the sagging rope became taut again; he fell swiftly downwards, felt a
slight jerk at the lowest point of the rope’s course, twirled round and
round, and grazing the wall, it seemed by an inch, shot upwards towards
the ledge. He had only time to wonder whether Ah-Sam would catch him
with the loop when he again came to rest and began to fall downwards.
There was a sudden constriction about his waist; he felt a sharp pain;
then, to his relief, though to his discomfort also, he was steadily
hauled in, and landed breathless, exhausted, and dazed on the ledge
beside Ah-Sam.
When he was again able to take stock of his surroundings, he observed
that Ah-Sam had fastened to one of the saplings one end of the rope by
which he had been landed. But for this precaution the two men on the
ledge could scarcely have arrested his fall, but would probably have
been dragged themselves headlong into the cleft.
"That was well thought of," said Bob to Ah-Sam. "Now, I must have
another try."
"No, no," returned Ah-Sam. "Massa too muchee tired; Ah-Sam tly one
tim’; massa no can do evelyting."
"Your turn by and by. When I have rested a little I’ll drop again. It
can be done. It will not be so strange and breathless the second time."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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