"And the finest," declared Bob, enthusiastically. "Chubby, I can scarcely believe it's true."
"Nor I," declared the delighted Dave.
Volleys of questions were hurled back and forth, but the noise of the waterfall made conversation difficult, and it was decided to postpone explanations until the following morning.
They learned one thing, however—Howard Fenton was not hemmed in as they were, and he was not alone.
What a difference a few minutes had made. When the tumult of emotions had subsided, the boys talked and laughed until weariness could no longer be denied.
Hunger was forgotten, and they slept until the rosy glow of early morning was tingeing the clouds. Faces were washed in the clear water, and they felt somewhat better.
This had scarcely been finished, when a cheery shout greeted their ears. Howard Fenton and his companion had appeared in view. The latter carried a long rope.
"I said, Dave, that I'd take a chance with you this morning, and try for the other side," said Bob. "It's good-bye to Blackberry Valley, now. Hello, Howard!" he shouted.
Fenton again waved his hand, and shouted, "Are you ready to come over?"
"Yes!"