“I bet the man who wrote this book could,” said Spider. “We never really tried it. What do you say if we get a rope and have a go at ’em, next Saturday, eh?”
“You’re on!” cried Bennie. “We’ll get the old rope tomorrow, after school. Going to take the troop along?”
“Not on your life! We’ll ask Mr. Rogers, though. We don’t want too many. Those cliffs aren’t going to be a picnic, I’ll tell the town.”
“You’ve said it,” Bennie assented. “Well, so long till tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring some money for that old rope.”
“And don’t you forget that book’s out on my card,” Spider laughed. “Won’t do it any good if you throw it at the cat.”
Bennie made as if to throw it at him, and he ducked quickly out of the door.
CHAPTER II
Bennie Takes the Rope Up His First Cliff
The next afternoon the two scouts emerged from Seymour’s store with a hundred feet of brand new half-inch rope, and ran directly into a group of half a dozen of their fellow scouts.
“Hi! Get on to Spider and Bennie!” someone cried. “What you goin’ to do, Bennie, rope a steer?”
“Goin’ to hang yourselves?” somebody else demanded.