Then things came to an abrupt stop—and he was still alive!
The movement of the slipping mountain had ceased as suddenly as it had begun. Even the wild howling wind had discontinued, as though the wand of some magician had subdued its fierce clamor.
CHAPTER XXI
IN LUCK AGAIN
"Frank! Oh, Frank!"
No longer did Lanky feel that sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach at having the solid ground underfoot heaving and grumbling. So, almost unconsciously, he had shrieked out that one word—the name of his faithful chum, on whose arm he had come to lean as though it were indeed a tower of strength.
"I'm here close by you, Lanky!" he heard.