"Turn out of the road to the left, and hurry here.

I'm down a precipice, Just.

Keep coming, and I'll guide you all right." So Hugh continued to utter loud shouts every dozen seconds or so.

He could catch the calls of the advancing runner, and knew from their increasing loudness that he was gradually getting closer.
Then, looking up, he saw a head projected over the brink above.

He could easily understand how "Just" Smith's eyes must have almost started from their sockets when discovering the dreadful position of the pair below; and especially after he had recognized Claude Jardine, the last fellow in the wide world whom he would have expected to see in such a fix.
"H-h-how in the wide world did you get down there, Hugh ?" gasped the boy who leaned over the brink.
"I came down after Claude here, who'd fallen over, and was hanging to a bush that was giving way," explained Hugh.