dungeon in which the black passage ended
and, thrusting his sturdy shoulders under
the pendent body of the victim whose
convulsed hands clutched vainly at the
bare slab, raised it so that the choking bov
could breathe freely again--and in due
time shake off the dizziness of his awful
plight, hung up by the heels by the rock
itself.

But not until the Scoutmaster came to
his patrol leader's assistance could those
pinioned feet be really freed and their
owner brought to daylight again, not by
a return via the fissure route, but hoisted
in a rope-noose, as Pem had been from the
Devil's Chair, through a grass-covered
opening discoverable in the roof of that
inner cave.

"Goodness! after all, he wasn't so much
more foolish--headstrong--than I *vas.
But Una! Una! If you ever-r tell them I"
Thus did the maiden of the chowchow name
spill her spice into her friend's ear,--burning
spice, for, privately, she was shocked
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