A SLIPPERY CLIMB
For a few moments after the guide's ultimatum they plodded patiently
along. No one noticed that the sky was cloudy until a shower of cold
raindrops smote them in the face. Tommy and Margery cried out in alarm.
"Climb!" shouted the guide. "You've got to keep going. It isn't going
to rain much. Just that one little cloud overhead."
But the cloud, though small, held a deluge of water which was poured
directly down into the faces and over the heads of the Meadow-Brook
Girls, drenching them. Furthermore, the water made the rocks so
slippery that it became difficult for one to take a safe hold with
either hands or feet. Progress became more slow, the ascent more
difficult.
Janus proved himself a master in the art of climbing. The girls met
with only one really dangerous situation during that afternoon's climb.
That was when they came to a place where there were steep slabs of
granite with no hand-holds. Over them the girls were obliged to pass
with scarcely a foothold, what there were of these being almost too far
apart for them to reach. The life line here came into use for the
first time. The guide crawled over the rocks, taking one end of the
line with him; then the girls, one by one, crept after him, clinging to
the line, every step being made with extreme caution, for a slip would
have meant a drop of about thirty feet and a landing on sharp, jagged
rocks. It would not have been a long fall, but the landing was another
matter.
Then, at the end, there was another difficulty. Here they had to work
their way around a corner. Only one could move at a time, the others
holding on tightly until she had reached a place where she, in turn,
could brace herself while the next one moved up; and so on until all
had passed the bulging rock that had seemed to bar their passage
absolutely.
"Fine!" approved the guide. "You did it like veteran climbers."
"Where ith the camp?" wailed Tommy. "I can't go another thtep. I'm
finithed."
"Rest a few moments," directed the guide.
"The shower is ended," announced Miss Elting.
"Let it rain some more," declared Jane McCarthy sturdily. "We can't
get any wetter and the rain will help to cool us off. It doesn't seem
to be far to the camping place."
"It isn't far in a straight line. We have to take a zig-zag course,
you see," said the guide.
Janus waved his hand as a signal for them to start. Once more they
took up the weary climb, crawling from rock to rock, slowly getting
higher and higher, but at no time in danger of a long fall. The
experience of a really perilous climb lay ahead of them for another day.
Twilight was just settling over the upper reaches of the mountain when
they halted for the final climb to their night's camping place. In the
ravines darkness already had fallen.
"You will all wait here while I crawl around and get to the shelf. I
think some of you may have to be hauled up," decided the guide. The
girls gazed up a sharply sloping slab of granite, fully twenty feet
long. It followed a diagonal course, the top of it being some rods
from the shelf where they were to make camp. But, reaching the top,
they would be able to crawl along until they made the shelf, the only
level spot between themselves and the very top of Mount Chocorua.
Janus disappeared from view to the left, appearing twenty minutes later
at the top of the long, smooth slab. He held a coil of rope in his
hands.
"Look out below," he called, sending the coil shooting down the slab of
granite. "By taking hold of the rope, and bracing the body at the
proper angle, you mountain climbers ought to be able to walk right up.
Who is coming first?"
"Let Mith Elting go, tho we can laugh at her," suggested Tommy
teasingly. "Thhe won't care if we laugh."
"Do!" giggled Margery.
"I shall be delighted if doing so will furnish you any amusement,"
answered the guardian calmly; "that is, provided you send Margery next,
then Grace, and so on."
Harriet promised to see that the order was followed out as suggested.
Miss Elting glanced up the sloping rock, took the line firmly in her
hand, then waved a good-bye to the girls. She stepped cautiously to
the rock, braced first one foot then the other, and leaned back until
her weight was directed in the right way. She then began walking up
the rock, hand over hand, with an ease that amazed the Meadow-Brook
Girls. Janus reached over and took firm hold of the guardian's arm for
the last step to insure her safety.
"I haven't heard any one laugh down there, girls," called the guardian,
presenting a smiling face to them. "You next, Margery. I hope you can
climb up as easily."
"Why, I didn't think it would be so easy. Of course I can do it.
Tommy, you watch me carefully so you'll know how to walk up. It will
be your turn next."
"Yeth," observed Tommy, winking solemnly as she caught Crazy Jane's
laughing eyes fixed upon her.
Margery took hold of the rope, meanwhile gazing up the slippery slope.
Her courage failed her for the moment; then, as the memory of the
guardian's easy ascent came to her, she nodded confidently and began
the upward climb.
"Lean well back," called Harriet.
"Hold fatht, girlth," cried Tommy. "If Buthter fallth there will be an
earthquake. I thouldn't be thurprithed if the whole mountain fell in."
"Keep still, you make me nervous," rebuked Margery irritably. "Isn't
it hard enough to climb this skating rink without being bothered by
you?"
In her irritation Margery forgot to lean back. She began to lean
forward to assist herself, believing perhaps she could make more rapid
headway in the latter position, at the same time finding fault with the
girls for making fun of her.
"Lean back!" came the warning shout from above and below. But the
warning was not heeded in time. Margery Brown's feet slipped. She
threw out her hands, though not soon enough to prevent striking her
nose against the hard rock with such force that it seemed to the girls
that it must have been driven into her face.
"Lean back, Buthter!" shouted Tommy, this time in all seriousness.
Instead of leaning back, Buster slipped back, landing at the foot of
the incline a sobbing, screaming heap. Harriet and Jane sprang
forward, gathering up the unfortunate girl in their arms. Margery's
face was covered with blood. The blood was still streaming from her
injured nose.
"Oh, get some water," cried Hazel.
"There is none to be had here," answered Harriet. "Does your nose hurt
you much, Margery?"
"Oh, ye--ye--yes," sobbed the girl. "My nose is broken. Oh, what
shall I do? What shall I do?"
"Wait!" Harriet tied the end of the rope to the back of Buster's belt.
"We will let them pull you up. I think Mr. Grubb will know where to
find water up there."
"I don't want to go up," protested Margery.
Jane was now mopping the blood from Margery's swollen face.
"Ithn't it too bad that Buthter ith tho awkward," said Tommy in a
sympathetic tone. "I don't think thhe will ever reach the top of the
mountain."
"Take her away! Take her away!" screamed Margery.
"Yes. Be off with you," ordered Jane. "You have about as much
sympathy as these rocks."
"Is Margery seriously hurt?" called the guardian.
"Yeth. Thhe thkinned her nothe," Tommy informed her. "I gueth thhe
will be all right, after thhe hath grown thome new thkin."
"Pull up, please," called Harriet. "Margery, lean forward this time
and keep your hands at your sides. That is the way. Mr. Grubb will
have you up there in no time. Tommy, I am ashamed of you for making
fun of Margery when you knew she was suffering."
"I wathn't. I'm thorry that Buthter thuffered. I know what it ith to
thuffer. Lotth of painful thingth have happened to me."
"Indeed they have, and we've all heard about them, too," said Jane
sarcastically.
"See how nicely Margery is going up. That is the way we shall send you
up, Jane dear," said Harriet, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"You will not!" retorted Crazy Jane indignantly. "I'll stay down
first, and you know I will. But you're only joking and you know it."
"Hath Buthter broken her nothe?" questioned Tommy.
"I think not," replied Miss Elting. "Come, get started, Tommy. Mr.
Grubb will assist you. I shall have to look after Margery's bruised
face."
"I don't need any athithtanthe. I gueth I know how to get up there by
mythelf. Bethideth, I don't want to thkin my nothe."
"Wait!" commanded Jane threateningly.
"No, I'm going. Look out! I'm coming. Get Buthter out of the way,
pleathe."
"She doesn't know whether she is going or coming," was Margery's
withering comment.
"Oh, thith ith eathy," declared Tommy. "All you have to do ith to take
hold of the rope with both handth, lean back ath if you were looking at
a bird flying over your head and--Thave me! oh, thave me!"
Had not Tommy quickly raised her head she might have sustained a
fractured skull. Her feet left the rock and beat a positive tattoo in
the air. A moment more and she had managed to entangle them in the
rope and, powerless to help herself, shrieked and struggled frantically.
"Thave me, thave me! I can't move!" she screamed.
"You can use your voice, so don't worry," jeered Margery, who had
forgotten her own misfortune sufficiently to laugh heartily at Tommy's
predicament--in fact, they were all laughing. It was not often that
anyone got the better of Tommy, and now that she had come to grief, the
entire party, not excepting Miss Elting, could not resist teasing her a
little.
"Thave me!" Tommy's screams had now become despairing wails.
"Just make believe you're watching a bird fly through the air," was
Jane's sarcastic advice. "Lean back and take it easy."
"We will save you, Tommy. Pull her up, Mr. Grubb," urged Harriet, her
sympathy overcoming her laughter.
"What, that way?" inquired Janus doubtfully.
"Yes, certainly."
Janus grinned, then began hauling in on the rope with both hands. He
did it rapidly. Tommy began to move up the slope, her feet still
entangled with the rope. Janus pulled stolidly, paying no attention to
the torrent of expostulations that Tommy shrieked at him. Her
companions were shouting, cheering and offering aggravating suggestions
to the little girl, Margery Brown's voice being heard above the rest.
It was the happiest moment she had known since the Meadow-Brook Girls
had started out to spend their vacations in the open. Janus was
grinning almost from ear to ear. Tommy lay on her back, gazing
scowlingly up into the grinning face of the guide. Suddenly her
expression changed. A look of cunning appeared in her eyes. Then
Tommy Thompson turned the tables on her tantalizers in a way that set
the party in a greater uproar. Janus Grubb, too, learned a lesson that
he did not soon forget.