“Don’t let go—the board will spring loose,” warned Frank, turning quickly as the pressure from the board end was suddenly removed—“why, Markham—”
“Oh, the mischief!” muttered Markham.
In wonderment and consternation at a swift glance Frank noticed a strangely startled expression on his companion’s face.
Then, his eyes fixed steadfastly upon the street, Markham deliberately jumped down into the cistern out of sight.
[CHAPTER XVII]
A NEST EGG
“Quick, grab the pole!” shouted Frank.
As he spoke he thrust a long scantling down into the cistern.
“Reach for my hand—grab it. You’ll be drowned,” continued Frank.