Max Pemberton,
The Sea Wolves — XXI. FLIGHT TO THE SEA
(1901)
“ At any other time he would have deemed a man who attempted to climb it nothing less than a lunatic; but now, with a desperation which was born of the position, he clutched at this straw and dared the hazard."Hal," said he, "I'm going up the cliff, there. Will you come?""I'll try," said Fisher laconically; but the Prince gave him no opportunity for answer. He had already sprung up at the rock, clutching it with a fierce, nervous grip, and pulling himself from bush to bush with a frenzy which reckoned with no danger and was swift in its success. ”
