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70 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. rope and enveloped them silently; through its gray folds they looked like gray specters at work for all eternity, with set faces, pulling the rope in and in. The vulture in the space above wheeled and circled over the mysterious depths, then with a last wild cry of despair it hovered a moment overhead, and soared away above the pines and rocks, over the grimy top of the mountain through the splash of the rain-drops and the moaning of the wind, and disappeared. The rope came up steady and slow and sure, then Green spoke from just below the surface. “Stop; some of you give mea hand here. Careful. He is insensible.”’ | They obeyed him without a word; they were comrades ‘at such a time; trouble and sympathy break down many barriers. A terror was on Dolores’ face; she did not move; her fingers were twisted tightly together; her lips were compressed in a straight red line. The rain was splashing down on her uncovered head; it spattered in her face ; it dripped from the thick boughs above her. The wind was rising—a damp, chilling wind from the east; it lifted the little wet curls from her forehead and touched her cheek with a half caress. It pulled at her gown and waved and twisted it wildly about her; it sobbed through the pines above her; their breath was heavy and strong; it echoed like eerie voices through the misty, mysterious depths of the chasm. Her thoughts were ina tumult; the storm was nothing but a familiar friend to her, and she paid no heed to it; she did not take her eyes from the edge where the rope ran over; when the rain-drops splashed in her face and on her eyelids her long lashes shook them off. She stood like a spirit of the storm, brave and steadfast. The men were slow and careful; it was no light thing to lean over the edge of the chasm; the treacherous edge hidden in sedge might give way at any moment, and should they slip, should they lose their hold or their balance} Gomicbooks.co