The dirt and brush sliding past him, he felt safer, although his position was still an extremely perilous one.
He looked up and saw the evil face of Hank Griswold peering down into the well.
It was too dark for the villain to see the boy, and the young gymnast remained perfectly quiet.
Griswold heard the dirt strike the bottom of the well with a loud sound.
He laughed softly to himself.
“Done for that trip!” he muttered to himself. “Good enough!”
Hank Griswold waited for a few minutes, and then, apparently satisfied, hurried off.
As soon as he disappeared Leo looked about for some means by which to get out of his present position.
To an ordinary individual this would have been an impossible undertaking, for the sides of the well were very slippery.
Leo’s gymnastic training now stood him in good stead.