'Give her time to get along that path,' said she,
'and then she'll be all right.'
In a state of agonised suspense I stood there waiting. At last I
said:
'I must go after her. We shall lose her--I know we shall lose her.'
Sinfi demurred a moment, then acceded to my wish, and we went up the
main pathway and peered round the corner of the jutting rock where
Winifred had last been visible. There, along a ragged shelf
bordering a yawning chasm--a shelf that seemed to me scarce wide
enough for a human foot--Winifred was running and balancing herself
as surely as a bird over the abyss.
'Mind she doesn't turn round sharp and see you,' said the Gypsy. 'If
she does she'll lose her head and over she'll fall!'
I crouched and gazed at Winifred as she glided along towards a vast
mountain of vapour that was rolling over the chasm close to her. She
stood and looked into the floating mass for a moment, and then passed
into it and was lost from view.
VI
'_Now_ I can follow her,' said Sinfi; 'but you mustn't try to come
along here. Wait till I come back.
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