"Maybe--I--I--fooled you about--about the house--my own--house--but I can do things too--run--see? Here. They caught--the bandit--here----" I ran pell-mell back to the edge with the rope. "Did he--did he go over?" I called. "Hurry!" they shouted. Gee, I wish you could have been there to see all that. There were the scouts of my patrol, all half dressed, jumping up and down and yelling, "_Hurry, hurry!_" There was Dora Dane Daring coming along behind me and all the scouts cheering her. I can hardly tell you just how everything happened. Westy grabbed the rope from me and by the time I looked over the edge, all panting and trembling, there it was right over the edge of the slanting shelf. But Warde Hollister wasn't there! CHAPTER XXXI TOMBOY For about five seconds my blood ran cold. I kind of seemed to see everything just as if I were dreaming. Then I noticed that all the fellows were hanging on to the rope. And I saw that Will and Dorry hadn't gone away. I saw that the rope was tight, down over the edge of the hill and across and over the edge of the shelf. I knew that Warde Hollister must be hanging on to the end of that rope. He wasn't trusting his life to any old weeds now. That rope was held by scouts and he should worry. And we should worry, too, because by that time we knew Warde and we knew he wouldn't let go. I just jumped up and down shouting, "Hurrah, hurrah!" I couldn't help it. It seemed awful funny for seven fellows to be holding one up, but Warde had come so near to death that I guess they wanted to make saving him double sure. Even Pee-wee was tugging on the rope with both hands, his cheeks all puffed out. The girl just stood there panting and laughing. She said, "What's on the other end of that rope? An elephant?" I just went right up to her and I said, "Dora Dane Daring, on the other end of that rope is the best scout in the western hemispheres, including Flatbush and Hoboken--the best scout with one exception, and that exception is you." She said, "Oh, isn't it just too _funny_ to see that little Pee-wee pulling on the rope? Oh, _dear_! I could just kiss him. I'd run _two_ miles to see that!" I said, "Tell me----" "You finish before I tell you anything," she said. "Did I save the bee-line hike?" "_Did you!_" I said. "You saved a fellow's life too. You're going to get a hero medal if I have to go over to National Headquarters and see Mr. National personally. Meanwhile you can kiss Pee-wee six times if you want to." "Look over the edge and see if the rope is chafing, Roy," Westy said to me. "I'll do more than that," I said. "I'll go down there and stuff a jacket under it. Give me a jacket, somebody." I was feeling so happy I didn't care what I said or did.