They groped for each other in the
dark and at last clasped hands.
"Great Scott! What's happened?" gasped Chester. "Where are we?"
"We are in a pit caused by the explosion of that shell," said Hal,
quietly. "The next question is how to get out."
He put a hand above his head, but could touch nothing. He tried jumping,
but with no better success.
"I can't reach the top," he said.
The lads felt around the sides of the pit. The walls were sheer. It was
useless to think of getting up that way.
"Well, we're up against it," said Hal. "I don't know how we are to get
out of here. By Jove! It's lucky we weren't killed by the shell."
"We might just as well have been as to die down here," said Chester.
"Buck up, old man," said Hal. "We're not dead yet and while there's life
there's hope. We've been in some ticklish positions before and pulled
through all right."
"We were never in a hole like this before," said Chester.
Hal had made his way to one side of the pit.
"Here," he called to Chester, "you climb up on my shoulders and see if
you can reach the top."
Chester did as Hal suggested and his efforts were rewarded by touching
something overhead.
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