![]() ![]() I wedged myself between the sides of the cleft, rested knee and foot on the ledge, and extended a hand. ![]() "Can you jump up to my hand if I hold it down to you?" I stood up and searched up the rocks with my fingers the cleft broadened out upwardly. ![]() I pulled myself up by two fingers with scarcely an effort, though on earth I weigh twelve stone, reached to a still higher corner of rock, and so got my feet on the narrow ledge. I could see the white light was very much brighter now. I thrust an arm into the crack, and just at my finger tips found a little ledge by which I could hold. "I'll lift you," he said, and incontinently hoisted me as though I was a baby. "Cavor," I said, "if one of us lifts the other, he can reach that crack!" I started and stood aside-drip, fell another drop quite audibly on the rocky floor. It filtered down through a chink in the walls of the cavern, and as I stared up, drip, came a drop of water upon my face. Indisputably it was a gray light, a silvery light. "Cavor," I said, "it comes from above! I am certain it comes from above!" I perceived something that set my hopes leaping and bounding. Our tunnel was expanding into a cavern, and this new light was at the farther end of it. In a little time it was nearly as strong as the phosphorescence on Cavor's legs. Previous Chapter Next Chapter Chapter 16: Points of View ![]()
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