"Why, cap'n!" exclaimed the lad, as soon as he had sufficiently
recovered from his astonishment to speak,--"why, cap'n, whatever's the
matter with yer? What was you goin' to do?"
For the moment poor George was too unnerved to speak. The instant that
he was dragged back from the ledge, the horrible fascination lost its
hold upon him; he suddenly realised in its fullest extent the frightful
peril from which he had been so providentially snatched, and, covering
his face with his hands, as the revulsion of feeling came upon him, he
shook and quivered like an aspen-leaf. A minute or two more and this
dreadful feeling also passed away, his calmness and self-possession
returned to him, and, placing himself upon his knees, there on that
narrow ledge of rock he humbly returned his hearty thanks to God for his
preservation, and prayed for help and deliverance for himself and his
companions in their present sore need. Then, turning to Tom, he said--
"Thank you, Tom; you have saved my life as surely as ever man's life has
been saved by a fellow-creature in this world. I was in the very act of
springing off the rock when you dragged me back, and, but for you, my
body would at this moment be lying mangled and lifeless a hundred feet
below. I do not know how it was, but when I looked down over the edge,
I turned giddy and sick all in a moment, and then I felt that I _must_
fling myself down the precipice. Let this be a warning to us both, my
lad; for it shows that, steady as are our heads aloft at sea, they are
not to be too much depended upon when climbing precipices on shore.
But, come! it is high time that we should be moving again; those fellows
are half-way to the head of the valley by this time, and if we are not
smart, they will have us yet. Do you feel sufficiently rested to tackle
the other half of this cliff?"
"Ay, ay, cap'n, I'm ready," answered Tom; "but, for the Lord's sake,
sir, and for all our sakes, don't you go for to look down and get
tempted to jump off again. Perhaps I mightn't be able to stop you next
time, you know."
"All right, Tom, never fear," answered George; "I'll take care not to
run such an awful risk again, you may be sure. Now are you ready? Then
take your end of this poor fellow, and let us be moving."
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