But,
honest, now, I'm of the opinion this happens only once in a great
while; else the mountain would have been racked to pieces long ago."
"And just to think, we had the nerve to come here at a time when it was
bound to do its worst," said Bob.
"Glad of it," Frank immediately returned. "It gives us a better chance
to learn a few things worth while. I always did like to be in where
the roping was fastest. Are you feeling better, Bob?"
"Oh! yes, I reckon I'm all right now," returned the other, rising.
"Ready to go on, then?" continued Frank.
"Try me, that's all. If I turn tail and run, don't ever speak to me
again," came the steady, but not boastful, answer.
"Good boy! All right, let's be off again; and be mighty careful how
you move. There may be more of those drops lying around loose. And
next time you mightn't be so lucky about grabbing a spur of rock."
"That's so, Frank. Wow! but it makes me shiver to even think of it.
Talk about Joe's narrow squeak, it wasn't any worse than mine," and Bob
started to crawl after his better-trained chum.
Two more evidences came to them of the violence of the unseen force
that was making Thunder Mountain shake, before Frank stopped to let his
chum reach his side, so that he might exchange a few sentences.
"Looks like that might be the hole ahead," he ventured.
"I can see something that seems blacker than the night itself; is that
what you mean, Frank?" asked Bob.
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