She waited another, and there was no sign of him.
A few drops of rain fell, then a sudden shower.
She arose, and looked over the bank.

On the other side were two or three yards of level ground--then a short steep preparatory slope--then the verge of the precipice.
On the slope was Knight, his hat on his head.

He was on his hands and knees, trying to climb back to the level ground.

The rain had wetted the shaly surface of the incline.

A slight superficial wetting of the soil hereabout made it far more slippery to stand on than the same soil thoroughly drenched.