“Not sure. Maybe he called to let us know he’s on top.” Kitty filled his lungs and let out a bellow that might have been heard half way to Greenridge. “O Tad! Tad Mudge!” Then they listened. A faint hail came back to them around the elbow of the Rock.
“Are you on top?” shouted Rodney.
“No-o-o!” was the faint response.
“Are you all right?” bellowed Kitty.
There was no reply for a moment, and then,
“No-o-o!” came the reply.
The four on the ledge looked at each other apprehensively.
“Perhaps he didn’t understand what we asked him,” said Rodney nervously.
“Maybe—maybe,” whispered May, “he’s fallen! Maybe he’s lying down there on the ground all broken to pieces.”
“May!” said her sister sharply. “Don’t be silly! Ask him again, Phineas.”