Looking up, he just caught a glimpse of Tom Barton peering over to see what mischief had been done.
“It’s that mean Tom Barton,” he said to himself. “He’s about the only fellow mean enough to play such a trick. Perhaps he thinks I’m going to stand it.”
“Whoa!” shouted Harry.
In obedience to the summons the horse came to a halt.
Harry drew him to the side of the road, and jumped out of the wagon. He hesitated about leaving the horse unattended; but just at that moment Will Pomeroy came along.
“Just mind the horse a minute, Will,” said Harry.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll tell you when I come back.”
Our hero felt that there was no time for explanation. He began to clamber up the side of the cliff. This was a hard job, for it was nearly perpendicular, but here and there were roots and bushes that helped him along. Probably his indignation helped him, for in a very short time he reached the top.
Tom Barton was elated at the success of his trick. After first looking over to see the extent of the damage, he withdrew to a short distance, and threw himself under a tree by the side of James Turner. He felt entirely safe, not having the least idea that Harry would undertake to climb the cliff.