“He’ll have a pretty big drop I’m thinking, if that rope doesn’t reach,” mused The Imp, as he waited in the belfry. “We ought to have measured the rope—to see how long it was. Maybe it won’t come to within twenty feet of the ground.”
Several minutes passed—they seemed hours to Pepper—and he waited anxiously for some call from his chum.
“Jack! Are you down?” he cried finally.
“No!” was the surprising answer. “I’m stuck!”
“Stuck!”
“Yes. A knot on the lower end of the rope has caught on some kind of a brace, and I’m stuck.”
“Where?”
“Down here, on the front of the church!”
“Can’t you climb back?”
“N—no, I—ain’t go—got th—the—strength!”