"Oh, what has happened?" cried the guardian.
"Some one is over the edge," answered Harriet almost breathlessly.
"Quick! Find out who it is."
"It's Tommy!" screamed Margery Brown.
Miss Elting sprang toward the edge of the shelf.
"Stop!" thundered the guide. "Careful! Don't rush. Take it easy.
All the rest of you stay back. You go cautiously to the edge, Miss
Elting, and find out just what shape she's in."
Grubb gave his commands in a quick, business-like tone; at the same
time he removed his belt and unfastened the girls' ropes.
Margery began to scream again. Jane grasped and shook her.
"Stop that! Tommy's doing enough howling for the whole party," she
exclaimed.
Tommy's cries were all-sufficient--heart-rending, in fact. Harriet
motioned to Jane to come and assist in holding the rope. Jane
responded promptly.
"May I go and help?" questioned Harriet eagerly.
"Yes. It's a good idea. Keep her quiet if you can," urged Miss
Elting. "She is likely to saw the rope in two at the rate she is
floundering about. I hope her belt is strong enough to hold."
"Oh my stars, what a mess!" groaned Jane McCarthy.
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