CHAPTER XXIX
THE LAST HOPE
“Hang on and don’t move,” one of the fellows called to him. “The hike is off. You just hang on. You haven’t got another inch to move in. Don’t look around even.” I don’t know who it was that called, all I know is it was one of us.
“What can we do?” I said.
Westy said, “Let’s take off our stockings and tie them together.”
“Good idea,” Hunt said. “Look—he’s moving again.”
“Don’t get excited,” I said; “he didn’t move. Hurry up, all of you, take your stockings off. Are you all right?” I called to Warde.
“Guess so,” he said.
“Don’t look down, it’ll only get you rattled,” I said.