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Although the wall was several feet from the top of the tree I managed, by springing on one of the curved branches, to build up enough spring pressure to leap to where I could get my fingers over the edge of the wall. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #15)

At last we got Hereena to the top of the tree. "Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said. "Very well," he said. Although the wall was several feet from the top of the tree I managed, by springing on one of the curved branches, to build up enough spring pressure to leap to where I could get my fingers over the edge of the wall. I slipped with one hand and hung there, feet scraping the wall, some fifty feet from the ground, for a nasty moment, but then managed to get both hands on the edge of the wall and hoist myself up. "Be careful," advised Harold. I was about to respond when I heard a stifled scream of horror and saw that Harold had hurled Hereena in my direction, across the space between the tree and the wall. - (Nomads of Gor)