Mr.
Grubb will assist you. I shall have to look after Margery's bruised
face."
"I don't need any athithtanthe. I gueth I know how to get up there by
mythelf. Bethideth, I don't want to thkin my nothe."
"Wait!" commanded Jane threateningly.
"No, I'm going. Look out! I'm coming. Get Buthter out of the way,
pleathe."
"She doesn't know whether she is going or coming," was Margery's
withering comment.
"Oh, thith ith eathy," declared Tommy. "All you have to do ith to take
hold of the rope with both handth, lean back ath if you were looking at
a bird flying over your head and--Thave me! oh, thave me!"
Had not Tommy quickly raised her head she might have sustained a
fractured skull. Her feet left the rock and beat a positive tattoo in
the air. A moment more and she had managed to entangle them in the
rope and, powerless to help herself, shrieked and struggled frantically.
"Thave me, thave me! I can't move!" she screamed.
"You can use your voice, so don't worry," jeered Margery, who had
forgotten her own misfortune sufficiently to laugh heartily at Tommy's
predicament--in fact, they were all laughing.
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