also
glance at his loosened shirt front and hanging neckerchief, and with a
heightened color he quickly re-knotted it around his throat. They moved
from the ledge toward the trail. Suddenly she started back.

"But it's only wide enough for ONE, and I never--NEVER--could even stand
on it a minute alone!" she exclaimed.

He looked at her critically. "We will go together, side by side," he
said quietly, "but you will have to take the outside."

"Outside!" she repeated, recoiling. "Impossible! I shall fall."

"I shall keep hold of you," he explained; "you need not fear that. Stop!
I'll make it safer." He untied the large bandanna silk handkerchief
which he wore around his shoulders, knotted one end of it firmly to his
belt, and handed her the other.

"Do you think you can hold on to that?"

"I--don't know,"--she hesitated. "If I should fall?"

"Stay a moment! Is your belt strong?" He pointed to a girdle of yellow
leather which caught her tunic around her small waist.

"Yes," she said eagerly, "it's real leather."

He gently slipped the edge of the handkerchief under it and knotted it.
They were thus linked together by a foot of handkerchief.

"I feel much safer," she said, with a faint smile.

"But if I should fall," he remarked, looking into her eyes, "you would
go too! Have you thought of that?"

"Yes." Her previous charming smile returned. "It would be really Jack
and Jill this time."

They passed out on the trail. "Now I must take YOUR arm," he said
laughingly; "not you MINE." He passed his arm under hers, holding it
firmly. It was the one he had touched. For the first few steps her
uncertain feet took no hold of the sloping mountain side, which seemed
to slip sideways beneath her. He was literally carrying her on his
shoulder. But in a few moments she saw how cleverly he balanced himself,
always leaning toward the hillside, and presently she was able to help
him by a few steps. She expressed her surprise at his skill.

"It's nothing; I carry a pail of water up here without spilling a drop."

She stiffened slightly under this remark, and indeed so far overdid her
attempt to walk without his aid, that her foot slipped on a stone,
and she fell outward toward the abyss. But in an instant his arm was
transferred from her elbow to her waist, and in the momentum of his
quick recovery they both landed panting against the mountain side.

"I'm afraid you'd have spilt the pail that time," she said, with a
sligh