Eagle-eye shrugged his shoulders, if anything more indifferently than before.
"No rope," he answered, as if it were a matter of no moment.
"I'll get a lariat. That surely ought to be long enough," said
Walter, darting away to the ponies.
"Come back. There's no lariats there. They're all in the pack down at the bottom of the canyon," shouted Ned.
"Then we're helpless," groaned the Professor.
"No, we're not. I'll find a way to get the boy out," announced Ned, in a voice of stern determination. There was no laughter in his face now. Purpose was written in every line of it.
"Come here, you lazy redskin, you," he commanded, which summons
Eagle-eye obeyed reluctantly.
"What are you going to do?" demanded the Professor.
"Help!" came a wail from the unhappy Chunky.
"We're coming. Keep quiet. Don't you move," admonished Walter.