“Now for the other one!” Jack declared hopefully. “If I hurt you just give me a kick with your well hoof!”
That leg was all right, too. In a moment, Harry stirred one arm faintly and then lifted it to his face.
“And one arm’s all right, too!” almost shouted Frank. “Say, kid,” he continued, “how did you ever negotiate that tumble and not get broken into little pieces?”
Harry opened his eyes again and smiled faintly.
“I slid down most of the way,” he said. “My left arm is broken, and I’ve got a bump on my dome big enough to hide a cow in, but I guess that’s about all. How’s that for luck?”
“Luck?” repeated Jack. “If you’d fall into the Polar sea, you’d find a pot of boiling water!”
“I won’t believe you’re all right except one broken arm,” Frank insisted, “until I see you sitting up and taking notice.”
Harry sat up weakly and looked around.
“Well,” he said in a feeble voice, “you boys got down here all right. Now, how are you ever going to get out?”