"Think you can get the stuff up here?" asked Ned.

"I'd like to know how? The rope is all down here. I can't very well
throw the things up to the top of the mountain," replied Tad.

"That's so. We had forgotten that," muttered the Professor. "And
young gentlemen, will you tell me how Master Tad himself is going to
get back? Don't you see my judgment was right when I said it was a
dangerous undertaking?"

"It seems so," answered Ned ruefully. "But there must be some way to
get the provisions out."

"Bother the provisions," interrupted the Professor, impatiently.
"We've something more important than food to consider just now.
Master Tad is down in the canyon and from the present outlook he is
liable to remain there for some time. Any of you think of a plan that
will help us? Here, Eagle-eye, perhaps you can tell us how to get
that young gentlemen out of there."

The Indian shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Him stay. Spirits git um bymeby."

"You stop that kind of talk," commanded Ned.

"Tad is calling," interrupted Walter.

"What is it?" asked Ned.