he path facing him, with his
hands in his pockets and his dark face in the shadow. A glance told
Field, what he knew already, that there was only one way to go back.
His face was white, but there was no more tremor in his voice than if
he had leaned against a pyramid instead of a hundred feet of thin air,
when he said, "Well?"

There was something just a little strained and by no means pleasant
to hear in the familiar, husky voice that answered, "Ain't it kind o'
dangerous out there? Suppose you was to fall off there?"

"I don't choose to suppose it," was the steady answer. "Let's talk
about something else."

"It ain't pleasant to think of, is it?" the huskily-musical voice
went on. "It must be something like a hundred foot to the rocks down
there." He paused and began again: "Moonshine's a queerish light,
though, ain't it? Makes you look as white now as if you was scared."

"That's very strange, isn't it?" Field replied. "Do you think it would
have the same effect on you if you stood in my place?"

"I'm ---- if I don't!" Long broke out, with a twitching motion of his
head, and trembling as he spoke; "and I'd be so cold my teeth would
chatter and my veins grog."

"Come," Field said sternly, beginning to feel that if he stood much
longer on that spot he should grow dizzy and fall, "let's have no more
of this. Have you anything you wish to propose? If you haven't, I'll
trouble you to move on and let me pass."

"I propose," replied the other, with a twist of his head, as if there
was something in his throat hard to swallow, speaking slowly and
repeating the words--"I propose to throw you over."

Field knew that the fellow united the strength of the bear and the
agility of the wild-cat. He knew that, even if he had not the terrible
disadvantage of position, he would stand no chance in a struggle.
Glancing down, he caught the flash of a wave upon the black rocks
far below. But he only bit his lip and stood still, a little whiter
perhaps, but his eyes never flinching from the other's face. When he
did not speak, Long asked, "Do you know what that means?"

The answer came straight and startling, "Yes, it means death."

"I guess you're about right," Long continued. "And I calculate you're
about as well prepared as you'll 'most ever be."

Field began to show the strain upon his nerves and the sense of his
desperate state, but only by the evident tension of the muscles of the
jaw and the unnatural calm of his manner