"
"Nor silver," added Margery.
Janus returned with an armful of wood. The fire was built up, flaring
into the air just as Tommy uttered a scream. The scream was followed
by a distant clatter.
The girls jumped. For a second they thought Grace had fallen over, but
great was their relief to see her standing a few feet from the edge of
the precipice trying to peer over.
"What is it, dear?" called the guardian.
"Oh, I lotht the frying pan," wailed Tommy.
"What!" shouted the girls.
"I lotht it. I did. I wath emptying it when it fell down. But never
mind, Mr. Januth will go down for it."
The girls groaned.
"Now you have done it," exclaimed Jane. "Whatever are we going to do
without a frying-pan?"
"I told you Mr. Januth ith going down after it," insisted Tommy.
"No, Janus is not," answered the guide. "There isn't enough of that
frying-pan left to make grit for chickens. Two hundred feet and then
the rocks. Well, I swum! You'll go without eating to-morrow, so far
as the frying-pan is concerned."
"We ought to do something to Tommy for that," declared Harriet.
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