“Dick! Dick! I’m up here!”
They all looked up. There, leaning over a rocky ledge far above them, was Max Burckhardt.
“Max! How did you get up there?” Dick called back, not too loudly.
“How do you think?” Max demanded angrily. “I landed here, of course!”
“On that little ledge?” Tony asked. “How big is it?”
“About eight feet square,” Max replied. “And there’s not a way to get off it. Sheer rock up above and straight drop below. Not a foothold anywhere. I feel silly as the devil perched up here with no way to get down.”
“You may feel silly,” Dick answered, “but you’re really lucky as the devil. You might have been knocked senseless against this cliff by your ’chute.”
“Don’t I know it!” Max called back.
“Where’s your ’chute?” Dick asked.
“Here!” Max replied. “I sort of sensed I was on the edge of something and I pulled it in fast. It was trying to pull me right off. Toss me up a good rope. There’s a rock up here I can fasten it on.”