The Pony Rider Boys in Alaska Part 10

The lad let himself over the edge of the precipice without hesitation.

There really was no great danger, but it was not a pleasant position in which to be placed. He secured his rope to the pack las.h.i.+ngs and tossed the free end up to his friends.

"How are you going to free the pack from the mule?" asked the Professor.

"Cut it."

"But we can't manage both you and the pack at the same time," protested the boys.

"You don't have to. Can't you folks think of two things at the same time?"

"I can when my thinking apparatus is working," returned Stacy. "The whole plant is idle at the present moment."

"Listen! Fasten the pack rope to that rock. Do you get that?"

"Yes."

"First take up all the slack or you may lose the pack after all. We don't want any great jolt when I cut loose the las.h.i.+ngs. Draw it up well. Tighter! There, that's better. Now, have you got it so that it will hold?"

"It'll hold as long as the mountain holds together," answered Ned.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Tad Freed the Pack.]

"Then watch your rope. Here goes."

Tad slit the cinch girth. He was obliged to make several efforts before he freed the pack, which then swung out and away from the dead mule, swaying back and forth for a moment or so, but safe. The boys uttered a cheer.

"Now shall we pull you up?" cried Ned.

"Now, don't be in a hurry. I'm not done yet. I want to save my la.s.so.

You don't think I'm going to throw that away, do you? Pa.s.s me another rope, please."

This was done, after which Butler secured the third rope about the neck of the mule. He tossed the free end up as he had done with the other line.

"Make it fast. First see if you can't give me a little slack."

"Can't do it," called Walter.

"Yes you can. Try again. That's the idea. A little more. You're doing finely. You would make good sailors. Whoa! Make fast."

Grunting and perspiring, and with aching backs, the boys made fast the advantage they had gained. The weight of the dead mule was now resting on the new rope which Butler had fastened about its neck. Some time was occupied in getting his la.s.so loose, which had drawn very tight under the weight of the mule.

"That's what comes from having a good rope," said Tad.

"Well, are you coming up? You must like it down there," cried Rector.

"I'm almost ready. There, now see if you can get me up. Take up all your advantage and hold it until I can get my hands on the ledge and help you a little."

Hauling Tad Butler up, a dead weight, was not the easiest thing in the world. They drew him up an inch or so at a time, until at last he fastened his hands on the edge of the trail and curled himself up. The boys took up the slack and made fast at his direction.

"You needn't pull any more, but stand by the rope. If I slip it will give me a hard jolt."

"I should say it would," muttered Ned. "How are you going to get up the rest of the way if we don't haul you?"

"This way."

Tad crawled up the rope hand over hand until he was able to swing one foot over on the trail. The rest was easy, and a moment later he was standing on the trail, his face red, his hair and s.h.i.+rt wet with perspiration.

"Hooray!" bellowed Chunky.

"Wait until we get the pack up. Don't waste your breath," grinned Tad.

"We are only half finished."

The lad surveyed the situation critically. Still he saw no other way than for them to haul the pack up by main strength. He told his companions to get ready for real work. The pack was heavier than Tad.

"I--I can't do another thing," wailed Chunky.

"Why can't you?" demanded the Professor.

"My heart won't stand it."

"Oh, pooh!" scoffed Professor Zepplin.

"Did you ever have a thorough physical examination, Chunky?" questioned Ned.

"I don't know. Why?"

"If you had you would no doubt have found that you hadn't any heart at all."

"Now, Ned, that isn't fair," chided Tad laughingly. "You know Stacy has a heart. He has shown many times that he has. The only trouble with it is that it isn't as hard as it might be," added the freckle-faced boy with a twinkle.

The fat boy wasn't quite sure whether this was a compliment or otherwise. He decided to think about it and make up his mind later. But he most emphatically refused to pull a single pound on the rope. They compromised by making him look out for the stock.

Hauling the pack up was a slow and tedious process, for it was continually catching on points of rock and threatening to drop into the depths. Great patience was required to land it safely on the trail, but land it they did after working and perspiring over it for nearly half an hour. The Professor proposed that they move on at once, after having divided the pack. Tad shook his head.

"Not yet," he said. "I've something else to do first."

CHAPTER VII

GOING TO BED BY DAYLIGHT

"Something else to do?" repeated the Professor. "I know of nothing more to be done except to get under way and try to find a safe portage."

"I've got to bury the mule, sir."