Then a projecting stone had caught the
bag of his coat, and he was supported in this fashion by the stout
fabric.
"What are you trying to do down there? Expect to cut me out of my job as
the cliff climber of the party?" asked Frank jokingly.
"Not so that you'd notice. Thought I might get a better view down along
here. But first of all, save my precious camera, before I consent to
come up," answered Will, and he insisted upon fastening the same to the
dangling rope.
Bluff saw his chance to get back at his chum for more than one indignity
along the same line that he had suffered in the past, so he called out:
"Here, you! Just hold your horses! I'm going over yonder and strike you
off as you hang there. It will do to amuse the girls when we get home.
We don't often have a chance to bring the photographer into these
pictures. Now, here you are. Look pleasant! There! That job's done! Now
yank him up, fellows, and don't be too easy with him. He deserves a good
digging for scaring us so."
But Will had suffered no material harm from his little slide.
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