"I'm on the edge of a precipice.

Wait a minute an' I'll move along and let you see for yourselves.

Be careful, Trot, not to fall." Then he crept forward a little and moved to one side, holding the candle so that the girl could see to follow him.

The Ork came next and now all three knelt on a narrow ledge of rock which dropped straight away and left a huge black space which the tiny flame of the candle could not illuminate.
"H-m!" said the Ork, peering over the edge; "this doesn't look very promising, I'll admit.

But let me take your candle, and I'll fly down and see what's below us." "Aren't you afraid ?" asked Trot.
"Certainly I'm afraid," responded the Ork.