That Girl of Johnson's — page 80: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 69 CHAPTER XV. THE RESCUE. The arms of the men were brawny and strong; Green was light in weight and lithe as a tiger; the rope ran out slowly and steadily, slid out and down over the sharp edge of the chasm where the grasses were long and hid the sharp cut into emptiness, making a treacherous foothold. Overhead the vulture hovered, flapping his heavy wings, uttering his long, wild cry of dismay. No other sound disturbed the silence of the mountain’s heart save the dull whir of the rope through the brackish - grass and ferns, and the dainty, stealthy patter, patter of the coming rain. The pine boughs stirred with the rising wind that stole around from the pallid east. Suddenly the rope stopped running, grew slack, and Green’s voice came up inashout. Thus silence reigned again save for the rain and wind and the dull flap, flap of the great bird’s wings overhead. Moments passed ; to the girl standing back motionless the moments seemed like hours. Her eyes did not move from the edge where the rope ran over. Presently the rope was agitated; it swung to and fro, trembled, and then hung firm and steady. Green called again, and they began to pull in the rope. It wasadead pull. The men hauled in hand over hand, slow, steady, and sure, without a word, intent only on their work. A slip might mean sudden death to those at the other end. Dolores’ eyes widened as she watched them; her lips were apart, a flush on her cheeks. The rain dekcoaton in great splashes; it had no intention of stopping; it had come at last, and would stay a while. The mist grew more thick and dense, stealing up and up until it reached the edge of the chasm. It stole about the men at work at the Eomicbooks (E(0) m