"Nary a thing," replied the other, breathing fast, as if to make up for lost time.
"And I don't get any whiff of smoke, do you?" continued Frank.
"Oh! you're thinking about that volcano business again, eh?" chuckled Bob. "Nothing doing, Frank. Gee! we must be up pretty high here!"
"Feels like it," returned the prairie boy, accustomed to the heavier air of the lower levels at all times. "Makes me breathe faster, you know. But that was a hot old climb, Bob."
"All black up yonder in the sky, with never a star showing," observed the boy from Kentucky.
"Oh! we're going to get it, sooner or later," declared Frank, cheerfully. "Can't escape a ducking, I take it. But here we are, half way up old Thunder Mountain, and not a thing to show for our work. That's what I call tough!"
"Got enough?" asked his chum, invitingly.
"You mean of course for to-night only, because you'd never think of such a thing as giving up the game so early, Bob?"
"Well, I was only going to make a little suggestion," returned the other.
"Hit her up, then; though perhaps I could guess what it's like, Bob."