CHAPTER IX
THE BATTLE BY ROCKS
Roy saw Ken's dismay.
'Sorry, old chap,' he said simply. 'I thought you understood.'
Ken smiled back.
'I'm afraid I took it for granted that you had it all pat. You see, I
don't know the first thing about mountaineering myself. Can't we get back
the same way we came?'
Roy shook his head.
'It's too big a reach. But don't worry. We'll find some way out. Stop here
a minute and I'll go and have a squint round.'
Ken looked at him.
'You'll be careful, Roy? Hadn't I better come and give you a hand?'
'I'll call you if I want you,' said Roy. 'I'm going to see where this
ledge leads.'
He strolled off as calmly as though walking along a twelve-inch ledge over
a two hundred foot drop was as simple as a promenade down the sunny side
of Piccadilly. Ken, feeling anything but happy, watched him until he was
hidden behind a shoulder of rock.
It was quite five minutes before he came back.
'It's all right,' he said cheerfully. 'True, we can't get up, but I think
we can get down.
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