"But glory be, he ain't, all the same!" said a voice just then that thrilled them all. "If ye be lookin' over this way ye'll discover the same Jimmy aholdin' on with a death grip to a fine old rock that sticks out from the face of the precipice. But 'tis me arms that feel like they was pulled part way out of the sockets with the jerk; and I'd thank ye to pass a rope down as soon as ye get over the surprise of havin' a ghost address ye." "Bully for you, Jimmy!" exclaimed Jack; "seems like you've got nearly as many lives as a cat. Hold on like anything, because Ned's getting a rope right now, and he'll heave it over in three shakes of a lamb's tail. Don't look down, Jimmy, but keep your eye on me. We'll pull you out of that in a jiffy, sure we will. And here comes Ned right now with the rope. He's even made a noose at the end, so as to let you put your foot in the same. Keep holding on, Jimmy, old fellow!" In this manner, then, did Jack try to encourage the one in peril, so as to stiffen his muscles, and cause him to keep his grip on that friendly crag that had saved him from sharing the dreadful fate of the wretched burro. Jimmy had fortunately kept his wits about him, and although the strain was very great, because he could find no rest for his dangling feet, he managed to hold his awkward position until the rope came within reach. "Be careful, now, how you manage!" called Ned, from his position fifteen feet above the head of the imperiled scout. "Let me angle for your foot, and once I get the noose fast around it, you can rest your weight safely. But Jimmy, remember not to let go with one hand, because your other might slip. Leave it all to me." Ned was already working the rope so that the open noose twirled slowly around, coming in contact with Jimmy's foot, which the other thrust out purposely. While no expert in such angling and more or less worked up with fears lest Jimmy suddenly lose his precarious hold, and go down to his death, Ned presently met with success. The noose passed over the waiting foot, and was instantly jerked tight by a quick movement from above. By then Jack was alongside the scout master eager to lend his assistance when it came to the point of lifting Jimmy. Harry, too, hovered just behind them, unable to look over because it made him dizzy when so terribly excited, but only too ready to take hold of the end of the rope and bracing his feet against some projection of the rocky trail, throw all his weight into the endeavor to draw the one they meant to rescue to the safety of the path. It was speedily but cautiously accomplished, for Ned would not allow himself to be needlessly hurried, knowing how disasters so often result from not taking the proper care.