As the Vine Bridge fell Johnny jumped and caught the loose end and went swinging across the chasm at a dizzy speed. He managed to hold on, even if he did get quite a bump when the Vine Bridge struck on the other side.
When the Leader of the Wolves jumped and missed Johnny, he flew headlong over the cliff. Gran’pa was watching the children, but when he saw the Wolf light upon the Rubber River he braced himself and brought his stout cane down upon the Wolf’s head with such force it did not move a muscle when it had ceased bouncing.
Gran’ma, thinking the whole pack of Wolves would follow their Leader, ran to the side of the Rubber River and disappeared in a hole in the cliff.
Gran’pa followed her, and it was well he did, for as soon as Gran’ma and he started to run the Wolves jumped over the cliff to the Rubber River.
By the time the Wolves had quit bouncing Gran’pa was in the hole beside Gran’ma, and together they had rolled a large stone across the opening so the Wolves could not follow.
As for Johnny, he swung to the other side of the canyon, climbed up the Vine Bridge and finally reached the top where Janey was sitting waiting for him.
“Oh Johnny,” she cried, “the Wolves jumped over the cliff after Gran’ma and Gran’pa! Look and see if you can see them anywhere.”
Johnny had been so busy climbing he had known nothing of what had happened below.
Now he went to the edge and looked over. The Wolves were all at one spot on the cliff.
“Oh dear!” he cried. “They probably have caught Gran’ma and Gran’pa!”