H. C. Bunner,
Stories by American Authors, Volume 1
“ I held the rope loose—held George with my eyes—One!I saw his lips move: he was counting with me.Two!His eye wandered, turned to the stage-box.Three!Like a flash, I saw the white upturned faces below me, the posture-girls' gestures of horror, the dark springing figure through the air, that wavered—and fell a shapeless mass on the floor.There was a moment of deathlike silence, and then a wild outcry—women fainting, men cursing and crying out in that senseless, helpless way they have when there is sudden danger. ”
