"That's the last of that kite, I suppose; if I -"

"The string has caught on Sam's kite!" interrupted Grace Laning.
"Oh, my! See both of them going up!"

"Now you can win, Sam!" laughed Dora. "Fred, your flying is
nowhere now."

"He didn't calculate to fly one kite against two," answered Fred.
"Hold on, Sam, where are you going? The cliff is over in that
direction!" he yelled suddenly.

"I -- I know it!" came back the alarming answer. "But I can't
stop myself!"

"He can't stop himself!" repeated Dora.

"Oh, stop him somebody, before he goes over the cliff!"

"Let go of the line!" shouted Dick. "Don't go any closer to the
cliff!"

"I -- I can't let go! The line is fast around my wrist!" gasped
poor Sam. "Oh, dear, it's cutting me like a knife!"

"He's in a mess," came from Frank. "If he isn't careful he'll go
over the cliff, as sure as he's born!"

"Throw yourself down!" went on Dick, and, leaving his kite in Hans
Mueller's care, he ran after his brother.