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A DANGEROUS PATH. 39 At last his foot struck a friendly knob of the stony wall, and lie drew a deep breath of relief as he felt the weight on his arms grow less. He flattened his body against the rock and looked about him. He was still in the greatest danger. His weight had broken off five feet more of the ledge, and so smoothly that there was little chance of crossing it success- fully: He looked upward. The vine by which he hung swayed loosely over the face of the cliff, and did not touch it at any place except on the crest. In ee Se himself of a plan. Placing his feet firmly against the sma}l projection on which they rested, which, luckily, was somewhat above the level of the ledge, he gave a desperate kick, and swung back over the iaize he had just quitted. As he came back, he struck the projection again and swung outward with redou- bled force. This time, as he crossed the face of the cliff, he let go his hold, and found himself ae safe, on the other side of the gulf. During the desperate dtreguis; tun hid not allowed tiimallt to think of the great danger he had ran; but now, when it was over, he could not repress a shudder as he saw what a desperate undertaking he had accomplished. Full of devout thanksgiving for his escape from imminent danger he went on his way, knowing that he had other difficulties to sur mount, but encouraged by the hope that a man who had gone safely through sich danger, could overcome all else, ‘The path narrowed for some hundred yards, and he was continually on the alert, lest a false step should precipitate him into the turbulent waters underfoot. With one hand and knee upon the ledge, and the other upon the face of the cliff, he pressed forward very slowly, never looking down, lest he should become giddy. As he rounded a point of rock, he came to a platform, perhaps twenty feet in width. » There’ he sat down to rest and prepare his arms for use. His rifle he had hidden in the glen where his comrades had deserted him. The only arms he had retained were his knife and pis- tols. The latter he now reprimed with great care, and placed them in his belt. He was just rising to pursue eourse, when @ man came suddenly round the point of rock in front, meeting him face to face. Comichbooksscom