"Where? Where?" cried the Professor, running up. "Where is he, I
say?"

"Right down there, not more than ten feet below us. He has lodged
between two rocks--no, I see now, he's caught on one."

Now that they looked closer, they observed that he was hanging head
down, doubled over like a sack of meal, a sharp rock having caught in
his left trousers pocket, thus stopping his downward flight.

It was not a very secure position at best.

"Are you hurt, Chunky?" called Walter.

"I--I don't know. I think I'm killed."

"Can you see Tad? Do you know what happened to him?" asked Ned, in an
excited tone.

"No, I can't. I've got troubles of my own. Get me out of here quick.
I can't hold on much longer."

"If the trousers only hold out, we'll save you," cried Walter. "Get a
rope, Eagle-eye."

"Move! Move, idiot!" snorted the Professor. "What are you standing
there for?"

Eagle-eye shrugged his shoulders, if anything more indifferently than