Bram stood still in horror a moment, then he gave a long, loud whistle, and sprang to the edge.
"Marion, Marie!" he called.
"All right," answered a voice from below. "I am not much hurt, Bram, but I am stuck in a tree and can't stir."
"Thank Heaven!" exclaimed Bram, fervently. "Keep quite still, dear. Frank will be here in a minute, and then we will see what can be done."
"What's the matter?" asked Frank, coming up with Stanley, considerably out of breath. "We have been walking slow and waiting for you ever so long. Where's Marie?"
"She has fallen over the bank," answered Bram; "but she has answered, so she is not killed. You have the lantern, haven't you?"
Frank produced the pocket-lantern, opened and lighted it.
Bram held it over the bank, but the distance was too great for the little wax taper, and he could see nothing.
He called again:
"Marion, can you see us?"