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"Right over here."
At the edge of the pit, they looked down.
There, just a blur in the gloom, they distinguished a figure. Frank was standing up, leaning against the side of the rocky shaft, just a few yards below.
Chet had bronght with him a length of stout rope and he quickly flung one end of this down into the pit.
"We'll have you out of there in no time. Boy, but it's good to hear your voice again!" There was heartfelt relief in his tones.
Frank explained that the sides of the pit were too steep to enable him to make his way to the surface without assistance. However, with the aid of the rope, and with Joe and his chums pulling lustily, he was soon hauled to the top.
As he scrambled up out of the pit, the others noticed, in the glow of the fire, that he had a nasty gash across his temple.
"You're hurt!" said Joe, when the first exclamations of enthusiasm and delight had died down.
"I'm all right now," Frank assured them. "I'm a little dizzy yet, and weak, but it isn't serious."
"What happened?"
"I fell down the pit, and I struck my head against the rocks. It must have knocked me