“Must have hit my head an awful crack,” answered the boy, weakly. “I was chasing a butterfly, and all of a sudden felt myself going down—it was awful.”
“No bones broken, I hope?”
“I don’t think so, but I’ve got a terrible pain in my head.”
“You had a mighty close call, Joe. But for that ledge——”
Norman glanced gravely at his companions, and they nodded.
“Whew! Makes me shiver to think of it,” breathed Bob, with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
Then they began to discuss the means of bringing Joe to the top.
“If we only had a rope,” sighed Aleck Hunt.
“But we haven’t,” said Jack, “and there’s no use talking about it.”
“Then what can we do?”