preservation still remained with him, and he made a frantic clutch at the brush and succeeded in pulling himself high and dry upon a grassy bank.
Here he lay for several minutes exhausted. He could not think, for his head felt as if it was swimming around in a balloon.
At last he began to come to himself and after a bit sat up to gaze about him. But all was dark and he could see little or nothing.
He remembered the great plunge he had taken and wondered what had become of Lilly. He called her with all the strength of his enfeebled lungs, but received no response.
"She must have been killed," he thought. "Poor Lilly! But had it not been for the protection her body gave me it is more than likely that my life would have been ended, too!" and he shuddered to think of his narrow escape.
It was nearly half an hour before Allen felt strong enough to rise up. His head felt light, and for a while he staggered like an intoxicated man.
He knew he was down in the canyon, and some distance below where the bridge had been. He wondered how he could ascend to the top
