“Then come down!”

Again he shook his head.  This was his ordeal, to sit, nerveless and insecure, on the brink of the precipice.  But Hazard, lying safely in his crevice, now had to face his own ordeal, but one of a different nature.  When Gus began to slide—­as he soon must—­would he, Hazard, be able to take in the slack and then meet the shock as the other tautened the rope and darted toward the plunge?  It seemed doubtful.  And there he lay, apparently safe, but in reality harnessed to death.  Then rose the temptation.  Why not cast off the rope about his waist?  He would be safe at all events.  It was a simple way out of the difficulty.  There was no need that two should perish.  But it was impossible for such temptation to overcome his pride of race, and his own pride in himself and in his honor.  So the rope remained about him.

“Come down!” he ordered; but Gus seemed to have become petrified.

“Come down,” he threatened, “or I’ll drag you down!” He pulled on the rope to show he was in earnest.

“Don’t you dare!” Gus articulated through his clenched teeth.

“Sure, I will, if you don’t come!” Again he jerked the rope.

With a despairing gurgle Gus started, doing his best to work sideways from the plunge.  Hazard, every sense on the alert, almost exulting in his perfect coolness, took in the slack with deft rapidity.  Then, as the rope began to tighten, he braced himself.  The shock drew him half out of the crevice; but he held firm and served as the center of the circle, while Gus, with the rope as a radius, described the circumference and ended up on the extreme southern edge of the Saddle.  A few moments later Hazard was offering him the flask.

“Take some yourself,” Gus said.

“No; you.  I don’t need it.”

“And I’m past needing it.”  Evidently Gus was dubious of the bottle and its contents.

Hazard put it away in his pocket.  “Are you game,” he asked, “or are you going to give it up?”

“Never!” Gus protested.  “I am game.  No Lafee ever showed the white feather yet.  And if I did lose my grit up there, it was only for the moment—­sort of like seasickness.  I’m all right now, and I’m going to the top.”

“Good!” encouraged Hazard.  “You lie in the crevice this time, and I’ll show you how easy it is.”

But Gus refused.  He held that it was easier and safer for him to try again, arguing that it was less difficult for his one hundred and sixteen pounds to cling to the smooth rock than for Hazard’s one hundred and sixty-five; also that it was easier for one hundred and sixty-five pounds to bring a sliding one hundred and sixteen to a stop than vice versa.  And further, that he had the benefit of his previous experience.  Hazard saw the justice of this, although it was with great reluctance that he gave in.