"All right. We will, Blinky," came in chorus.
"Very well. Now hold on and when I tell you to start hauling, pull with all your might. That boy's a heavy load."
"A hundred and forty pounds and still growing," volunteered Harry Harkness.
"Well, that rope held a six-hundred-pound steer, so I guess it'll stand his weight. All I'm afraid of is a knot giving. I made them in the dark, you know."
The cow-puncher, after giving a few more final instructions, ran to the cliff edge.
"All right?" he shouted down.
"All right!" rejoined Tubby.
Blinky straightened up and turned back toward the boys, holding onto the rope.
"Haul away, boys," he ordered.
A cheer burst from the throats of the Boy Scouts as they tailed on the lifeline, and walked backward from the tree with it.