He was relieved to see Boyce continue to pull himself along and after a short while made it across. Lloyd watched Boyce drop to the ground and not move for what seemed like several minutes, until he sat up and took the pack off. He waved to Lloyd from across the river and Lloyd waved back. He watched the cable vibrating, more now than before with the buzzing evening-out into a low tone. He stepped up on the anchoring rock and looked at the wedge that held the cable in the rock, and it was moving about a little. He waved over to Boyce and pointed to the anchoring and Boyce went to the anchoring on his side, looked at it and pulled at it. He then waved to Lloyd to make his way across. Lloyd was unsure of the crossing. The anchoring on this side seemed very weak but he had no choice but to go over. Once he grabbed the cable it lost its bass-tone hum. He didn't ease himself along, however, seeing the wedge showing itself more and more. He began to wish that they had a rope that Boyce would've strung across to strengthen it for his crossing. He threw one hand and grabbed the cable, then followed by throwing out his other hand far in front of the first while he tried to keep his body straight. He kept his legs firm and straight, though, and the cable moved very little, yet on the last dozen meters he felt the cable give way. A booming twang was heard accompanied by a whistle. He held on to the cable and for an instant saw the other end recoiling towards him while he was pulled closer towards Boyce's side of the river. Unable to hang on Lloyd fell and Boyce hid behind a big rock trying to keep the snapped end of the cable from cutting him in half with its whip-like action. The end finally fell into the water and Lloyd had made it to the bank of the river having fallen only a couple of meters from the shore. Boyce came out from behind the rock and helped Lloyd onto the rocks nearby. "Are you hurt?" shouted Boyce. Lloyd breathed heavily and shook his head. The only thing that was at fault with him was his torn clothing and scraped hands. They spent the evening at the river's edge, trading off on staying awake throughout the night, guarding from attacks from animals, but the night was calm. The only hostilities that the two men experienced through the night were the horrific sounds of wild animals fighting somewhere deep in the forest. The noises were so great that they, at times, drowned out the roar of the river. To their relief, however, not an animal was seen. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Morning took a long time, so it seems, coming to the two men. They were both awake by the time the sun rose and by the rime that it was fully light, they had finished eating and made their way into the forest. It was a perfectly clear day out by the river, but the odd clouds that towered over the forest were still there and they were maybe even thicker than the day before. At any rate, the inside of the forest had a night look to it.