THE EDGY-EDGE!


Dorothy stood and looked down. It was a very steep descent, and the
bottom, a black sheet of water, that looked like ink.

The danger of the spot seemed to fascinate her. Then the thought that
perhaps poor, wilful Tavia had fallen down such a place; that perhaps
at that very moment, she lay alone, helpless, at the bottom of a
cliff!

"But there is a road down there," Dorothy mused. "I never would have
thought to find a roadway along those rocks. Even the Indians, who
very likely, made most of these trails, might easily have found a
better and safer road to and from the same woodland ways."

Then she remembered that the lumbermen had use of streams in their
traffic, and she decided that this was one of the roads made for their
log teams.

Still fascinated with the danger, she looked over again. A sudden
dizziness seized her. She tried to step back, but the ledge seemed to
crumble beneath her feet!

Staring wildly at the black water below, she was pitched
forward--down, down, down!

Then she thought the water would save her; that it was not rough and
sharp like the rocks! She thought she would rest awhile on that soft
bed! After that she ceased to think!