A few jolting fragments of rock were all that was left of it--insufficient even for a practiced cragsman to make his way along on either side.

His head--she could not see his face--was but a yard beneath her; but how could she get at him?
"I am here," she cried.

"Be of good courage, Sir." She had nothing to offer in the way of help at the moment; but she was well aware of what vital importance it was that he should not lose heart.

She lay down with her face on the bare rock, and strove to reach him; but, even had her arm been long enough, he had no hand to spare to clasp her own.

The whole force of the gale was full upon her, and carried her hair to windward like a whip.
"Do not come too near the edge, brave girl," cried Richard, beginning to be conscious of her efforts.