H. Rider Haggard,
She — Chapter XXIV: Walking the Plank
(1887)
“ In a moment it will be gone!" said Ayesha.I looked. She was right. The sun was passing below the level of the hole or cleft in the precipice through which the ray reached us."If you stop there, Job, you will die alone," I called; "the light is going.""Come, be a man, Job," roared Leo; "it's quite easy."Thus adjured, the miserable Job, with a most awful yell, precipitated himself face downwards on the plank—he did not dare, small blame to him, to try to walk it, and commenced to draw himself across in little jerks, his poor legs hanging down on either side into the nothingness beneath. ”
