He shouted as loudly as he could.
“Ahoy!”
“There! It was no echo. He’s all right; and after falling down here he has worked his way out and round the other side, where we went up first, while we came down the other way and missed him.”
“Dick, ahoy!” he shouted again; “where away?”
“Ahoy!” came back, and we had to consult.
“If we go up one way to meet him he will come down the other,” said Uncle Bob. “There’s nothing for it but to wait till morning or divide, and one of us go up one side while the other two go up the other.”
Uncle Jack snapped his watch-case down after examining the face by the pale light of the moon.
“Two o’clock,” he said, throwing himself on the loose shale. “Ten minutes ago, when we were in doubt, I felt as if I could go on for hours with the search. Now I know that poor old Dick is alive I can’t walk another yard.”
I had slipped and scrambled down to him now, and Uncle Bob turned to me.
“How are you, Cob?” he said.