"Give him another call, Frank!"
"That fellow beats all creation for lagging! I believe he'd rather snap off his old camera than eat, any day. If he doesn't look out, that panther may get—Glory to goodness! What's that, Reddy?" cried Jerry.
"Sounds like a bit of an avalanche, though this here is a queer time of year for that. Generally comes, you know, in snow time, or when the rains arrive," was the cowboy's ready answer.
"But—Will—he may have started it, and gone down into one of these beastly holes!" observed Bluff uneasily.
"Let's go back, fellows, and make sure," remarked Frank instantly.
They retraced their steps, Reddy leading the way, and every one on the lookout for any signs of an unusual happening.
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There's where it fell, and it looks like quite a lot of stuff had gone down the slope," said their guide presently.
"Hello, Will! Will!" shouted Frank.
"Well, I'm waiting for you," said a quiet voice close at hand.