We have scarcely enough left to carry us through the day."
"No!" said Walter. "Then what are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Master Walter."
"We've got to get the stuff up here, that's all," answered Tad, with a
firm compression of the lips.
"Then you'll have to borrow a flying machine if you do. That's the
only way we'll ever reach the pack mule. Why, it's a mile down
there--"
"Not quite," answered Tad.
"How deep do you think the gorge is, Tad?" asked the Professor.
"Oh, forty or fifty feet, I should say. I hardly think it is deeper
than that. But that is quite enough--"
Tad, in the meantime, had been considering the problem, thinking
deeply on the best means of solving it.
"Yes, I think I can do it," he decided.
"Do what?" asked Walter.
"Get the stuff up."
"How?" demanded Ned sharply.
"Why, go down after it, of course."
"Out of the question," answered the Professor, with emphasis.
"No, I think it can be done, if you will allow me to--"
"You mean, Master Ted, that you will attempt to get to the bottom of
that gorge and bring up the provisions?"
"Yes, sir; I'll try it."
"Impossible. I cannot permit it."
"I should say not," growled Ned. "If anybody goes it should be the
guide. He is an expert at climbing, I should imagine, and--" Tad
laughed.
"Why, my dear Ned, you couldn't even push Eagle-eye down there.
Pages:
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36