Fenton resumed:
"But, fellows, it wasn't very long before I forgot all about silver—thought I was bottled up for sure."
"And how did you get out at last?" questioned Sam, eagerly.
"I'm coming to that. Talk about being scared—I had to stay all night in the blooming valley. Early next morning I began to hunt around for a place to climb out, and, at length, found one that wasn't so bad. It took a long time to get to the top of the cliff, and once near got an awful shock."
"How?" asked Sam, with interest.
"Came to a wide ledge, with a big, round pile of rock above—it looked like my finish; I couldn't see any way around it."
"Gee!" said Sam again.
"Had a pretty hard time of it," remarked Bob, sympathetically.
"But I was desperate—thought that the ledge was wide enough to catch me, if I fell—and so kept right on. Luckily, there were enough irregularities to afford a foothold."
"Guess you were glad when you reached the top?" said Dave.