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"I declare, it makes me feel young!" "As if he were old!" protested the senator's son. "But the air is great!" he added. "I know what it does to me," declared Dave. "Makes me mighty hungry." "Same here," answered the shipowner's son. "I think I could eat about six square meals a day. When we go out hunting, for a full day or more, we mustn't forget to take plenty of food along."
Maybe we had better get into the saddle. We'll be safer on horseback." The horses of the three boys were tethered some distance away, and as mentioned before, the lads had to move slowly, for fear of stepping into some hole. As they advanced they heard loud cries coming up from the bottom of the ravine. "What can be wrong down there now?" questioned the shipowner's son.
But the youth and his steed were losing ground instead of gaining it. "Let go, or you'll go over!" screamed Roger, in increasing alarm. "Let the outfit go, Phil!" The shipowner's son tried to do as bidden. But now a new difficulty presented itself. In his eagerness to hold the halter Phil had twisted it about his hand and wrist.
"A fizzle?" queried Phil. "How?" "Joe didn't know, but he told me, on the quiet, that I ought to watch out, and ought to warn the others. But I don't like to say anything to Mrs. Wadsworth, or the girls. You see, it may be only talk, and if it is, what's the use of getting the ladies excited?" "It would be just like Nat to play some dirty trick," said the shipowner's son.
"You'll find a painting of it at the capitol building," replied Tom Dillon. "A celebrated painter painted it and sold it to our State government." Forward they went again. Phil was now in the rear, looking after the horse that was carrying their camping outfit. Just as those in front had turned a dangerous corner of the rocky trail they heard a sharp cry from the shipowner's son. "Help!
"No, somebody has got to stay here an' watch the hosses," answered Tom Dillon. A brief discussion followed, and it was agreed that Abe Blower and Roger and Dave should go down into the opening, leaving Tom Dillon and Phil to guard the animals and the camping outfit. Possibly the shipowner's son was disappointed by this arrangement, but if so he did not show it.
But he was too weak to help himself and had to lean on Roger. "You can't pull us up!" shouted the senator's son. "We'll wade down the stream a bit." Supporting the shipowner's son, Roger commenced to move down the mountain torrent. He had to pick his way with care, for the bottom was rocky and treacherous. Dave followed along the rocks above, until a spot was gained where he could leap down.
"The Londoner replied that he was much obliged for the offer, and would wait till Mr. Lindsay returned, whom he would consult upon the subject. Accordingly, on the return of the latter, he was informed of the shipowner's tempting offer. "'Very well, said Mr. Lindsay, 'I should be sorry to stand in your way.
"Why, Dave " stammered the shipowner's son. "I thought " "We left the horses here!" cried Dave. "I'm sure of it." "Then where are they now?" "Maybe they broke loose and wandered away." "Or else they have been stolen!" "Stolen!" "Yes, it couldn't be otherwise. They wandered away or they have been stolen." "We'll take a look around." Both boys hurried, first in one direction, and then another.
"Maybe we'll be crushed to a jelly!" groaned the shipowner's son. There was no time to say more, for an instant later the tree came down, directly over the top of the opening. Several small branches thrust themselves down upon the lads, pinning them to the bottom of the crevice. The rocks trembled, and for the moment the boys were afraid they would be crushed to death, as Phil had intimated.
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