THE CRISIS IN CLAUDE'S LIFE Hugh kept a watchful eye on that bush.

He knew it was going to give way presently, when, unless Claude had managed to secure a fresh grip on some object with his poor scratched hands, he was likely to be dashed downward.
Fortune was, however, kind in that respect, for there chanced to be a nice projection of rock, somewhat in the shape of a horn, just in the right place for Claude to seize upon, and which would help sustain his weight.

Hugh knew very well, though, that most of the burden would fall upon him; and he, therefore, prepared to accept it.
"Here, reach out with your left hand, Claude, and take hold of this rock.

Your feet are both safely anchored on the ledge.

Keep up your grit, and everything will be all right yet.