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expedition, whose risks you understand as fully a3
I do, I need not assure you that it is of supreme
importance to the success of ray plans. In a word,
I hope to be able to look down into a part of Dr.
Syx's mill which, if I am not mistaken, no human
eye except his and those of his most trustworthy
helpers has even been permitted to see. And if I
see there what I fully expect to see, I shall have got
a long step nearer to a great fortune."
"Good!" I cried. "En avant, then! We are los-
ing time."
CHAPTER IX
The Top of the Grand Teton
^HB climbing soon became difficult, until at
length we were going up hand over hand,
taking advantage of crevices and knobs
which an inexperienced eye would have regarded as
incapable of affording a grip for the fingers or a
support for the toes. Presently we arrived at the
foot of a stupendous precipice, which was absolutely
insurmountable by any ordinary method of ascent.
Paris of it overhung, and everywhere the face of the
rock was too free from irregularities to afford any
footing, except to a fly.
"Now, to borrow the expression of old Bunyan,
we are hard put to it," I remarked. "If you will go
to the left I will take the right and see if there is
any chance of getting up."
"I don't believe we could find any place easier than
this," Hall replied, "and so up we go where we are."
"Have you a pair of wings concealed about you7"
I asked, laughing at his folly.
"Well, something nearly as good," he responded,
unstrapping his knapsack. He produced a silken
bag, which he unfolded on the rock.
--._ "A balloon !" I exclaimed. "But how are you going
to-Jnflate it?"
For reply Hall showed me a receptacle which, he
said, contained liquid hydrogen, and which was
furnished with a device for retarding the volatiliza-
tion of the liquid so that it could be carried with
little loss.
"You remember I have a small laboratory in the
abandoned mine," he explained, "where we used to
manufacture liquid air for blasting. This balloon
I made for our present purpose. It will just suf-
fice to carry up our rope, and a small but practically
unbreakable grapple of hardened gold. I calculate
to send the grapple to the top of the precipice with
the balloon, and when it has obtained a firm hold in
the riven rock there we can ascend, sailor fashion.
You see the rope has knots, and I know your muscles
are as trustworthy in such work as my own."
There was a slight breeze from the eastward, and
the current of air slanting up the face of the peak
assisted the balloon in mounting with its burden,
and favored us by promptly swinging the little air-
ship, with the grapple swaying beneath it, over the
brow of the cliff into the atmospheric eddy above.
A3 soon as we saw that the grapple was well over
the edge we pulled upon the rope. The balloon in-
stantly shot into view with the anchor dancing,
but, under the influence of the wind, quickly re-
turned to its former position behind the projecting
brink. The grapple had failed to take hold.
" 'Try, try again' must be our motto now," mut-
tered Hall.
We tried several times with the same result, al-
though each time we slightly shifted our position.
At last the grapple caught.
"Now, all together!" cried my companion, and
simultaneously we threw our weight upon the
slender rope. The anchor apparently did not give
an inch.
"Let me go first," said Hall, pushing me aside as
I caught the first knot above ray head. "It's my de-
vice, and it's only fair that I should have the first
try."
Climbing Teton Peak and Trying for Its Summit
IN a minute he was many feet up the wail, climb-
ing swiftly hand over hand, but occasionally
stopping and twisting hi3 leg around the rope
while he took breath.
"It's easier than I expected," he called down, when
he had ascended about one hundred feet. "Here and
there the rock offera a little hold for the knees."
I watched him, breathless with anxiety, and, as
he got higher, my imagination pictured the little
gold grapple, invisible above the brow of the preci-
pice, with perhaps a single thin prong wedged into a
crevice, and slowly ploughing its way towards the
edge with each impulse of the climber, until but an-
other pull was needed to set it flying ! So vivid was
my fancy that I tried to banish it by noticing that
a certain knot in the rope remained just at the level
of my eyes, where it had been from the start. Hall
was now fully two hundred feet above the ledge on
which I stood, and was rapidly nearing the top of
the precipice. In a minute more he would be safe.
Suddenly he shouted, and, glancing up with a leap
of the heart, I saw that he was falling ! He kept his
face to the rock, and came down feet foremost. It
would be useless to attempt any description of my
feelings; I would not go through that experience
again for the price of a battleship. Yet it lasted less
than a second. He had dropped not more than ten
feet when the fall was arrested.
"All right!" he called, cheerily. "No harm done!
It was only a slip."
But what a slip ! If the balloon had not carried
the anchor several yards back from the edge it
would have had no opportunity to catch another
hold as it shot forward. And how could we know
that the second hold would prove more secure than
the first? Hall did not hesitate, however, for one
instant. Up he went again. But, in fact, his best
chance was in going up, for he was within four
yards of the top when the mishap occurred. With a
sigh of relief I saw him at last throw his arm over
the verge and then wriggle his body upon the ledge.
A few seconds later he was lying on his stomach,
with his face over the edge, looking down at me.
"Come on !" he shouted. "It's all right."
When I had pulled myself over the brink at hi3
side I grasped hi3 hand and pressed it without a
word. We understand one another.
"It was pretty close to a miracle," he remarked
at last. "Look at this."
The rock over which the grapple had slipped was
deeply scored by the unyielding point of the metal,
and exactly at the verge of the precipice the prong
had wedged itself into a narrow crack, so firmly
that we had to chip away the stone in order to re-
lease it. If it had slipped a single inch farther bf>-
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