“Yes, if two of you can lift me.”
“We can, if we don’t have to bear the strain between hauls.”
“That’s proper,” said Dan. “But say, how about having the rope work over the edge of the turf here?”
“Won’t do,” answered Bob. “It would cut into the turf and scrape on the edge of the rock. We ought to have a plank or something.”
“That old log over there will do all right,” said Nelson. “Fetch it over, Tom.”
Tom obeyed, grunting, and the dead trunk was laid at the edge of the cliff.
“What’s going to keep it from rolling over onto your head?” asked Tom of Dan.
Dan looked puzzled. So did the others.
“Seems to me,” said Nelson, “we didn’t get this more’n half planned out.”