broke with me. I am black and blue yet. Don't think there's a spot
on the rock that I didn't hit on my way down. My, I got a bump!"

"Are the things damaged?" asked Ned solicitously.

"No, nothing to speak of. I guess I did the most damage when I helped
myself last night," laughed Tad.

Tad, after finishing his meal, had carefully packed the stuff
together, and they now found it all in excellent condition. The heavy
canvas had protected the food and dishes in the dizzy fall, though
some of the cans had been considerably flattened.

"What do you say to having a real breakfast down here?" suggested
Walter.

"Yes, I'm hungry," urged Chunky.

"Oh, you'll get over that," retorted Ned.

"An excellent idea, but what are you going to do for a fire?" asked
Professor Zepplin.

They had not thought of that before.

"That's so. There is no wood down here at all," said Tad. "But, wait
a minute. I know where there are some dead brush sticks a little way
from here. Come on, some of you fellows, and we'll see what we can
do."