*--she saw two rescuing figures loom out
on high.

The first was that of the chauffeur,
Andrew, summoned by a piercing cry
from Una--Una whose delicate face was
white and square now as the marshmallows
in the box under her arm, with which she
had bribed her friend to the madcap feat
of sliding backward down a twelve-foot
rock and sitting in the Devil's Chair.

And Andrew the Scot saw the danger,
heard it skirling in his ears, for he had
been brought up among mountains.

He did not quite see what good he could
do, that staid Church Elder, by joining
the girl in the Devil's Seat.

But he came of a Campbell clan which
never flinched.

He was preparing to slide down, himself,
when an arm--a left elbow rather--thrust
him rudely back.

"T-take hold of this rope-end. Throw
yourself flat on the ground there. Sit
on him, you girls, so that he may not
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