"But glory be, he ain't, all the same!" said a voice just then that thrilled them all. "If ye be lookin' over this way ye'll discover the same Jimmy aholdin' on with a death grip to a fine old rock that sticks out from the face of the precipice. But 'tis me arms that feel like they was pulled part way out of the sockets with the jerk; and I'd thank ye to pass a rope down as soon as ye get over the surprise of havin' a ghost address ye."