no TIGER'S TEETH 



wrist he wound the rope round his right 

 leg and stood upon it. He cared no longer 

 about the birds. But he knew that to rest 

 thus was no rest at all, so upwards he went 

 again a terrible laboured climbing, slowly 

 and with a strained wrist, blood running 

 from broken knuckles, and the sweat pour- 

 ing from his body. He began to feel 

 the weight of the dragging loop of rope 

 below him, but still he struggled upwards. 

 A shower of dust spat into his face, and he 

 wondered if he were blinded. His arms 

 shook, his muscles burned, and his palms, 

 in spite of their coating of horn, were 

 beginning to tear. He could hardly see 

 for the blood and sweat in his eyes, and as 

 he breathed he snored heavily, with great 

 shuddering gasps. 



The jutting-out cliff was just above him 

 now. Here the rope lay flat and taut against 

 the loose rubble, but he dug each hand 

 alternately into the shale and literally 

 dragged himself up, fist over fist. Then it 



