Time enough then to plan what we're going to do to get
away."
"That's right, and I'm ashamed of complaining," the taller lad burst
out.
"It is a grand old shelf; and if I wasn't afraid of rolling off I
believe I could even snatch a few winks of sleep, wet clothes or not."
"Oh! I'll prop you up with some loose rocks If you want to try it,"
declared Frank; "but the chances are you'll get to shivering. Better
sit up, and whack your arms around as I'm doing every little while. It
makes the blood circulate, you see, and keeps you from going to pieces."
Bob saw the wisdom of this advice. He was beginning to shudder every
minute or so. They were up the side of the mountain a considerable
distance; and after the electrical storm the air had changed from hot
to cold.
Time passed very slowly. Every now and then the boys would go through
that motion of slapping their arms across their chests; and it never
failed to start the chilled blood into new life.
"Was there ever such a long night?" groaned Gob, as he stretched his
neck for the thirtieth time to look up at the narrow strip of sky that
could be seen between the overhanging walls of the canyon, in hopes of
discovering signs of the coming dawn.
"It won't be long now," said Frank, who carried a little watch along
with him, and had several times struck a match to consult its face.
"One good thing, Bob; it has cleared up. You can see the stars
overhead.
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