Part 6 (1/2)

Then clear and distinct came the voice again--from below this time, instead of from above. How wildly her heart throbbed in spite of all her efforts to be calm, but she flung her answer back as cheerily as possible. She would not make herself appear a greater coward than she really was.

”How did you get there?” The question was abrupt, and the voice sounded almost close to her ears.

”My foot slipped and I fell,” she replied.

”You fell?” he questioned, in a tone of incredulity, and he swept the face of the cliff above her.

”Oh! I see,” he went on a moment later. ”You took a path further to the south.”

”Cannot you reach me?” she called with an undertone of anxiety in her voice.

For a moment he did not answer. He was anxious not to discourage her, and yet he could see no chance of getting her down alive.

”Can you hold on much longer?” he asked at length.

”Not much,” she replied, frankly. ”I guess I'm near the end.”

”No, don't say that,” he said, encouragingly; ”keep your heart up a little longer. I must try another tack.”

”You cannot reach me?” the question ended almost in a cry.

”Not from this point,” he answered, cheerfully. ”But we've not got to the end of all things yet,” and he began to retrace his steps.

”Are you leaving me?” she called, feebly.

”Never,” he answered, and there was something in his tone that made her heart leap wildly.

”I see the path you took,” he said a moment later, but though he spoke cheerfully he had no real hope of saving her.

CHAPTER V

A PERILOUS TASK

Rufus reached a point at length from which he was able to look down on the prostrate figure of Madeline Grover. She was lying almost flat on her face, with her right hand thrust into a cleft of the rock.

For several minutes no word had pa.s.sed between them. She was afraid to ask any more questions lest she should hear from his lips that her case was hopeless. He was afraid to buoy her up with empty words that would end in nothing.

She could hear distinctly the sound of his footsteps as he threaded his way in and out among the pinnacles of rock, she could even hear his breathing at times. She knew when he stood above her without being told.

That there was peril in his enterprise she knew. He was risking his life to save hers. He, a stranger, upon whom she had not the smallest claim.

It was a brave and generous thing to do, and she began to doubt whether she ought to allow him to take such risk.

His life was of infinitely greater value than hers--at least, so she told herself. He was a man and might accomplish something great for the race. She was only a girl, and girls were plentiful, and a good many of them useless, and she was not at all sure that she did not belong to the latter cla.s.s. At any rate, she had never done anything yet, had as a matter of fact, never been expected to do anything, and if she lived till she was a hundred she was not sure that she would ever be able to do anything that would be of the least benefit to the world.

She was the first to break the silence. ”Don't risk your life for my sake,” she said, and she managed to keep all trace of emotion out of her voice.

”And why not?” he asked.