“And the sooner we get there, the better!” Jack declared.
The boys were very pale now, for the time was near at hand when they were to know the truth concerning the condition of their chum.
They made their way over the spur which shot out of the lower wall and down to the pool with no little difficulty, and at last stood at the edge of the water where Harry lay, his face turned upward to the sky, his arms lying limply at his sides.
The boys hesitated an instant before bending over him.
“I’m afraid!” Jack whispered.
“I’m afraid, too!” Frank replied, covering for an instant his face with his hands. “I’m afraid he’s dead!”
Then Jack bent closer and fixed his eyes keenly on the boy’s face.
“Say!” he said excitedly. “Look here, Frank, Harry is actually breathing! He may not be fatally wounded after all!”
Frank shook his head but hastened to the pool of water and brought back as much as his hat would hold. This he threw into the face of the prostrate boy and then both stood waiting and watching with their hearts beating wildly.
“He’s coming to!” shouted Frank in a moment. “He certainly is coming to! Now what do you think of that after a tumble of a hundred feet!”