The
dust rose from the rough steps. Then the dark forms shot down--Cordts falling
sheer and straight, Hutchinson headlong, with waving arms--down and down,
vanishing in the depths. No sound came up. A little column of yellow dust
curled from the fatal ledge and, catching the wind above, streamed away into
the drifting clouds of smoke.
CHAPTER XX
A darkness, like the streaming clouds overhead, seemed to blot out Slone's
sight, and then passed away, leaving it clearer.
Lucy was bending over him, binding a scarf round his shoulder and under his
arm. "Lin! It's nothing!" she was saying, earnestly. "Never touched a bone!"
Slone sat up. The smoke was clearing away. Little curves of burning grass were
working down along the rim. He put out a hand to grasp Lucy, remembering in a
flash. He pointed to the ledge across the chasm.
"They're--gone!" cried Lucy, with a strange and deep note in her voice. She
shook violently. But she did not look away from Slone.
"Wildfire! The King!" he added, hoarsely.
"Both where they dropped.
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