"What!" shouted the girls.
"I lotht it. I did. I wath emptying it when it fell down. But never mind, Mr. Januth will go down for it."
The girls groaned.
"Now you have done it," exclaimed Jane. "Whatever are we going to do without a frying-pan?"
"I told you Mr. Januth ith going down after it," insisted Tommy.
"No, Janus is not," answered the guide. "There isn't enough of that frying-pan left to make grit for chickens. Two hundred feet and then the rocks. Well, I swum! You'll go without eating to-morrow, so far as the frying-pan is concerned."
"We ought to do something to Tommy for that," declared Harriet. "What shall it be, girls?"
"Oh, let her alone. Tommy will punish herself if you give her time," averred Margery.
Tommy nodded. "Yeth, leave it to me," she urged. "I can take care of mythelf. Buthter ith right, for once in her life. Leave it to me."
They agreed to do so. Harriet turned to Miss Elting.