" A sharp angle of rock, jutting out, had
been split down the middle by some ancient force--very likely a
Paleozoic butterfly had brushed it with its wing--and the edges had
been worn away in a treacherous slope to the very lip of the
crumbling promontory. From this edge to the edge of the opposite
abutment there was a gap of wicked width, and between was a sheer
drop into space wherefrom rose the sound of tumbling waters. When
Jarvo had taken the leap, easily and gracefully, alighting on the
other side like the greyhound that he resembled, and the others,
following, had cleared the edge by as safe a margin as if the abyss
were a minor field-day event, St. George and Amory looked back with
sudden wonder over the path by which they had come.
"I feel as if I weighed about ninety pounds," said St. George; "am I
fading away or anything?"
Amory stood still.
"I was thinking the same thing," he said. "By Jove--do you
suppose--what if Little Cawthorne hit the other end of the
nail, as usual? Suppose the specific gravity--suppose there is
something--suppose it doesn't hold good in this dimension that
a body--by Jove," said Amory, "wouldn't that be the deuce?"
St.
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