He could just touch
the hand of his chum by bending far down; but that was not enough.
Instantly he wrapped one leg about a sturdy, if dwarfed, little cedar
that chanced to grow at that very spot, as if designed for the very
purpose to which he was putting it. Then he was able to thrust himself
still further down the face of the wall.
"Take hold, and grip like iron, Bob," he managed to say.
He felt the other obeying him, and thus they caught hold of hands.
"Now, try and dig your toes into the face of the wall if you can,"
Frank went on, calmly, so far as Bob could know. "It'll help me get
you up. Climb over me. I've got a leg around a cedar, and nothing can
break away. Now!"
"Say, perhaps you'd better let me drop down." said Bob, thinking his
comrade was going to unnecessary trouble in order to save him from a
little jolt.
"Climb, I tell you!" snapped Frank.
"Oh! all right, Frank, if you say so," and Bob started to obey.
Fortunately he was an agile lad, and a very fair climber, for the task
which he had set himself was no ordinary one. But, by wriggling more
or less, Bob managed to finally get a grip on the cedar. After that it
was easy work; and having succeeded in reaching solid ground himself,
he aided the almost exhausted Frank to draw back.
"Whew! that was some work, now, and all because I was so silly as to
slip over the edge of that little hole!" remarked Bob, as though
disgusted with himself.
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