“Hold on, Irene,” Stagman shouted. “When it swings
this way, let go and I’ll catch you.”
“It’s slowing down!” Irene screamed. Her knuckles
whitened as she gripped the rope.
“Push with your body as if you’re on a swing.”
“I’m scared, what if the rope breaks?”
“Trust me Irene push, and when you get close to us be
ready to let go. I’ll catch you.” Stagman stood close to the edge of the precipice
with his arms outstretched. As the rope swung towards him it slowed
dramatically. Oh God, please keep it
coming! He could see Irene loosening her grip in preparation to let go.
“Now, Irene… now!” he shouted.
With a frightened cry Irene bravely let go and threw
herself at him. She landed in a heap at his feet, as she attempted to right
herself she proceeded to slip over the side. Her terrified screams echoed
around the cavern…desperately she clutched the rim of the ledge. A lump of rock
crumbled under her hand and fell silently into the darkness below.
For a moment Stagman could only stare, his eyes wide
in horror.
Ezekiel jumped up and down squeaking hysterically, but
there was nothing he could do to help her.
Stagman rushed forward. “Hold on Irene!” He grabbed
her by the jacket and hauled her unceremoniously into his arms. “Got you,” he
said holding her tight against his chest.
Irene clung to him sobbing, her body trembled uncontrollably.
“It’s okay
child, you’re safe.” He held her away by the shoulders and looked into her tear
stained face. “I’m so proud of you, Irene.”
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