"What is it?" cried Billy in alarm. "I'm hung up--hung down, I mean!"
"What--what's the matter, are you in trouble?"
"Yes, I'm hanging head down. I'm fast by the feet. Help me down!"
"Help you down? I can't help you. You will have to get out the best way you can. Can't you crawl up and free your feet?"
"No; go get Phil."
"Can you hold on?"
"I--I'll try. Go get Phil."
Conley dashed away as fast as he could run.
"I knew it, I knew it," he repeated at almost every bound.
Teddy's climbers had lost their grip in the rotting wood. Before he could recover himself he had tumbled backward. Fortunately the rope had clung to the pole; he was held fast but Teddy was hanging with his back against the pole, being powerless to help himself in the slightest degree. Again, he was afraid that, were
