“Have you discovered anything?” called Elfreda.
“Some broken-down bushes,” came the reply. “Something went down this way.”
“Come back,” begged Grace, as Stacy also began clambering down the slope.
“Somebody must be a hero,” answered Stacy, continuing on.
A shout from Tom Gray indicated that he had made a discovery.
“He’s got him,” called Stacy, relaying the message that Tom had hurled up from somewhere below him.
“Is—is he—” began Nora.
“All right!” Tom’s voice sounded far away.
Tom had found his companion sitting up on a shelving rock at the very verge of a sheer drop of a hundred feet or more. Hippy was dazed.
“Wha—at—” stammered Lieutenant Wingate.