The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
The sudden knowledge that I had been within an ace of death caused me to
hold my breath; then I crept cautiously over the edge. For a moment, with
my hands clutching frantically upon a jutting piece of rock, my legs
swung in mid air, failing to find a foothold, and I cried out, fearing
lest I should again fall. But at last my feet struck against a
projection, and upon it I carefully lowered myself, while Kona also swung
himself over, taking the perilous position I had a moment before
occupied. Again and again I lowered myself, gripping on to the successive
projections, and lowering myself until my feet touched the one below,
thus descending as Omar had done.
"Be careful, Scars," he presently cried from far below. "Drop straight,
and look to your footing."
His words caused me to reflect upon the strange fact that each of these
projections, almost like natural steps, were placed immediately below one
another. Whether they were actually natural formations, or whether they
were the work of man I could not determine. Yet they seemed interminable,
and sometimes so far apart that I remained stationary, fearing to let
myself go until, urged downward by Kona, I held my breath, and, steadying
myself, dropped upon the narrow ledge below. Dreading a recurrence of
giddiness I dared not to look down at my companions. My bare feet and
hands were blistered and cut by the sharp edges of the rocks, and my
movements were seriously hampered by the musket slung at my back.
The descent was terribly fatiguing. The way across the quicksands had
been so level that we had walked, counting our paces mechanically, but
now in every movement there was danger, and terror gripped my heart with
a gauntlet of steel. From every pore there broke from me a cold
perspiration, as from each tiny projection I lowered myself, not knowing
whether my feet would find another resting-place. For my black
companions, who were taller and more muscular, the way was not nearly so
difficult, and Kona, aware of this, assisted me whenever possible.
Once, when I found myself progressing well, and apparently having
successfully negotiated the more dangerous of these natural steps, I
paused for a few moments to breathe, and, summoning courage, looked down
to where the others were scrambling below. I was then amazed to discover
that, notwithstanding all the fatigue, the distance I had covered was
scarcely perceptible. I still seemed almost as far from the base of the
rock as I was when first I had peered over into the abyss. Suddenly,
without warning, I felt the rock give way beneath my feet, and the next
instant the whole projection, loosened by the weight of Omar and his
followers who had preceded me, fell away beneath me, and crashed straight
down into the valley.
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