be here and we brought a rope as long as a man of war's cable with
us. Lucky thing we did."

The next minute a long rope of vegetable fiber came snaking down the
side of the cliff and to one end of it clung Ben Stubbs. As he
reached the bottom--the rope being cautiously paid out from above by
his companions--the old seaman swung himself outward from the face
of the rock and "in a brace of shakes," as he would have said, stood
alongside the two boys. In a second his sharp eye took in Harry's
wild looks and hysterical greetings and realized what had happened.

"Now, Frank," he ordered, giving the young aviator the end of the
rope--"catch hold tight and when you are ready give the word."

"But Harry--" gasped Frank, "I can't leave him. Let him go first."

"I'll bring him up. He can't look after himself in the shape he's
in and you are too weak to attempt to help him. Now no talking
back. I'm boss now. Up aloft with you. Haul away there!"

The next minute Frank, clinging to the rope, was being hauled
cautiously up the side of the sheer cliff by careful hands and
shortly he was in the arms of his friends.

Ben Stubbs--to whom the rope with a weight at the end of it had been
swung pendulum wise--next appeared at the summit with Harry in his
strong grip. But it was a white faced inanimate burden he carried.
The boy had swooned.

"He'll be all right in a few minutes," said Ben Stubbs as M.