We could see well enough that his head and shoulders were over the edge. It was just a case of one root coming up and his grabbing another one, and slipping a little each time. In about another half a minute he'd have only his legs to hold on with. I haven't got much use for lifelines made of old clothes. They're all right in stories but where there are a lot of knots fastening together different kinds of clothes, one knot is pretty sure to give way. The only kind of line we could make now was a pretty clumsy kind of a one and it would take us at least ten minutes to get it made. By that time Warde would be.... CHAPTER XXX A GOOD TURN "There isn't time to do this," Westy said. "Well, we'll do it whether there's time or not," I shot back at him. "Hustle, all of you, get your clothes off. There's time until he disappears. Two of you fellows follow the hill north and go down at the nearest place you can get down. There isn't any bee-line now. No, don't you go, Pee-wee--Dorry and Will go. Here, take my scarf, you've got your own, too--never mind looking at the tree," I said. "Here, take this shirt, too. You know how to stop blood flowing, don't you? Put a stick under the bandage and wind it round. _Hurry up, he's slipping._ We can't get this blamed thing ready in time. Do what you can for him down there. Hurry...." It was funny, but as soon as they started I just couldn't help looking over there to the ridge at that big tree that had guided us all day. Kind of, I wondered if it knew the trouble we were in--and that after all we wouldn't get there. But I only thought of it for about a second. Down there on the ledge Warde was almost half over. He couldn't use his hands to hold on with now, but he just squeezed the bushes between his feet. He was slipping over slowly. "Hang on," I shouted; "we're hustling, we'll throw you a line." "_Look, look!_" one of the fellows who had just started away shouted. "_Oh, look!_" I just clapped my hands over my eyes for a moment; I _couldn't_ look. I just couldn't. I knew what it meant. My hand was trembling and my heart was just choking me. "Did you--did you hear him--land?" I asked. "Over there--east," some one said. I looked in the direction we had come from, and as sure as I'm writing this, there was some one running pell-mell right toward us. I saw right away it was a girl. You know how a girl runs, especially when she runs fast. She was holding her head way back and laughing, and her hair was all flying loose. There was something big and kind of gray colored around her neck--very big and clumsy. I stood just about a second, then I made a sprint for her. I never ran so fast in my life. We came toward each other just flying. Her cheeks were all flushed and her hair was all over her face and she was panting and laughing all at once. She said, "I--I--I--I've--got--your--rope--so there. I--I--ran all--the way--with it. You--you said--I--I--I----" "Don't talk, give me the rope!" I said.