In a twinkling the German youth was lifted up and carried along, over some wooden horses and lumber piles. He thought he was going up—he knew not where.
"Hi! ton't you trop me town," he wailed.
"No, Carl dear, we'll drop you up," came in a cheery voice, and this brought forth another snicker.
Presently the boys came to a halt, and the victim was placed on his feet on a narrow board.
"Don't lose your balance," said one boy, cautiously.
"It's about thirty feet to the ground," added another.
"Oh, my! I ton't vos vant to dumble, ain't it!" shrieked Carl, in terror.
"You won't if you are careful. Now you must walk over the beams from one end of this building to the other."
"I can't vos do dot! I vos dumble town sure!" wailed Carl.