The tall chimney having collapsed, he could see the white snow swirling just a few yards above. He switched on his flashlight and examined the interior.
Then he gave an exclamation of satisfaction.
“It’s all cracked and broken,” he reported. “I’m going up.”
“Be careful,” advised Biff nervously.
But Frank was already scrambling up into the fireplace. The others waited. They jumped apprehensively when his struggling feet kicked loose some more stones that came plunging down into the rest of the débris.
For a while, there was silence.
Suddenly, there was a muffled shout from the chimney.
“I have it!” yelled Frank, in excitement. “It’s here!”
The others heard him struggling for a moment; then came a further shower of stones and mortar.
“Got it!” shouted Frank triumphantly.