But just when he prepared to use his flashlight, a small rock gave way from under his left foot. He tried vainly to catch hold of a sharp crag, and then felt himself falling!
CHAPTER XXV
Going for Help
WHEN Bob reached the ground, he was sore from numerous bruises, but to his great joy his legs and arms responded to his efforts to move them.
He glanced up the side of the peak, but the darkness veiled his vision.
“Wonder what became of the old flashlight?” he mused, feeling about on the soft ground.
Finally his hand came upon something hard, and a thrill of delight ran through him as he realized that he had found the electric torch. But his heart sank as he saw that it had been damaged by the fall.
“Lens wasn’t broken, though,” he observed. “Must be the bulb.”
Without the light there was no way of knowing how far he had fallen. But he readily guessed that it was not over eight or nine feet.