Chapter Thirty Eight.
Don’s Report.
In the case of a leap like that made by Don, there was no suspense for the looker on, for the whole affair seemed to be momentary. Jem saw him pass through the air and disappear in the mass of greenery with a loud rushing sound, which continued for a few moments, and then all was still.
“He’s killed; he’s killed!” groaned Jem to himself; “and my Sally will say it was all my fault.”
He listened eagerly.
“Mas’ Don!” he shouted.
“Hullo, Jem! I say, would you drop if you were me?”
“Drop? Then you arn’t killed?”
“No, not yet. Would you drop?”