Lorn clambers to one side; seeking to avoid being swept from his precarious perch.
The boys are edging and smearing.
The ledge crumbles loosing Rene’s fingers. He shrieks a frantic, “FALLING!”
Lorn as belay, body braces, grasping the rope at the carabiner preventing a free run.
Rene’s deadweight hurtles past, snatching Lorn off the rock face.
Both boys plummet through space.
Tumbling topsy-turvy their attempt to regain a handhold is futile.
The snaking rope entangles them.
Sniggering they lay upon the cushioning sand, their ten-foot plunge arrested.