Chapter IX

Jack at a Pinch%

"Keep cool! Don't stir! I'll reach
you in a moment!"

As the cry, the reassuring cry, came
ringing down to her, Pemrose felt the
blood start again from where it was frozen
at the back of her neck and surge through
her flattened body, which, greenly spread-*eagled
against that gray rock, the head
turned slightly aside, was not unlike the
quaint Indian figure of the Thunder Bird
upon a pedestal,--the emblem of her
father's invention.

As the first blind moment of terror
passed--the blankness of the discovery
that, strain as she might, she could not
reach that spur of the rock, the nearest
hand-hold, and draw herself up to safety
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