hang upon the ability of Hugh Morgan to
sustain himself, and the weight of another, there upon the face of
that rocky precipice! Perhaps in times to come Mrs. Jardine would
discover how false her ideas were, and experience a radical change of
heart. The opportunity which Hugh had once sighed for had come to
him in a most wonderful way.

He succeeded in making his way down in safety, though once he
slipped, and had a thrill of alarm pass over him. Now he found
himself alongside Claude. The boy's face was the color of ashes;
Hugh had never looked upon a corpse in all his life, but he could not
help comparing Claude's pallid countenance to one.

He was glancing around with the eye of a general who lets nothing, no
matter how trivial, escape him. Just a foot below Claude's dangling
toes there was a narrow ledge. If only both of them could find
lodgment upon this; and have some hold above for their hands, they
might maintain their position until Hugh's shouts attracted "Just"
Smith to the spot, and he could do something to aid them.

"Listen, Claude," he said earnestly. "There's a way to save you, if
only you keep your head about you. 'Just' Smith is coming along the
road, and I'll shout out to guide him here so he can help us."

"But--the bush is going to give way right off!" gasped the terrified
boy.

"Well, below us there's a ledge where we must plant our feet, and
hold on," continued Hugh, convincingly. "I'm going to drop down to
it now. Then you must try to lower yourself along the bush, inch by
inch, until you feel the ledge under you. Don't be afraid, because I
mean to grab hold of you; but when you feel me touching you, above
all things don't let go above, or you'll throw us both down. Now, be
ready, Claude; and, remember, it's going to be all right. Keep cool!"

Of course, Hugh only said that last to reassure the poor chap.
Claude was already cold with fear, as cold as an icicle, in fact; and
quaking with fear in the bargain.

It was easy enough for Hugh to drop down another foot or so, until he
felt the solid little ledge under him. Indeed, had it been
necessary, such an agile fellow very likely might have continued all
the way down to the base of the precipice.

His next move was to find a firm hold for his left hand, to which he
could continue to cling while he sustained much of the weight of the
other boy, after the weakened roots of the bush gave way entirely.

Claude was trying to do w