"Now!" cried Frank, "a good pull, a long pull, and a pull together! Yo heave-o!"
Will uttered a cry.
"I don't seem to move a bit!" he exclaimed.
Again and again the three boys pulled. Even Jed, who had come up, took hold. They could not get the proper grip, it seemed, for the imprisoned lad still stuck there, groaning with pain and mental torture mingled.
"You haven't gone down any further, at any rate, Will. I suppose we'll have to ask Peter to help us out," sang out Frank cheerily, for he saw that his chum was rapidly becoming very despondent again.
Accordingly, Peter was fastened to the end of the line.
"Wait just five seconds before you say the word!" cried Will.
"What's the matter?" asked Frank, a little alarmed.
"Give Bluff a chance. He's got the camera back there, and is trying for a focus. It ought to be a great picture, fellows!" answered the sinking boy.
"Talk to me about grit! Did you ever hear the equal of that? He's a camera crank of the first water, all right!" exclaimed Jerry.