Barbara did not hesitate; she trusted her luck and went ahead.
At length she stopped, pressed against the stone in the hollow of a gully, while Lister crept obliquely across a long wet slab.

He looked up and saw her face, finely colored after effort, against a background of green and gold.

The berries on a small mountain-ash in a cranny harmonized with the carmine of her skin.

She looked down and smiled with careless amusement.
Then Lister's foot slipped and he could get no hold for his hands.

His smooth boots drew a greasy line across the wet slab as he slid down.
Perhaps the risk was not very daunting, but he knew he must not roll down far.