As he slowly slid inch by inch upon these, Knight made a last desperate dash at the lowest tuft of vegetation--the last outlying knot of starved herbage ere the rock appeared in all its bareness.

It arrested his further descent.

Knight was now literally suspended by his arms; but the incline of the brow being what engineers would call about a quarter in one, it was sufficient to relieve his arms of a portion of his weight, but was very far from offering an adequately flat face to support him.
In spite of this dreadful tension of body and mind, Knight found time for a moment of thankfulness.

Elfride was safe.
She lay on her side above him--her fingers clasped.

Seeing him again steady, she jumped upon her feet.
'Now, if I can only save you by running for help!' she cried.