Now he relieved one arm by taking the child in the other, always using his free hand to let himself down through that precipitous jungle.

Never once did he speak or pause until he had left an almost perpendicular area of half a mile or so of rock and jungle between them and the spring above.
Then, breathless, he paused in a little level space above a great rock and set the child down.
"Don't be frightened, Tony," he said; "we're going to take you home.

And don't scream when I take this handkerchief out because that will spoil it all." "Is it safe to stop here ?" Hervey asked.
"Sure, they'll go down the path when they want to hunt for him.

They'll never get down here.

The mountain is with us now." "I didn't drop my whistle," the little fellow piped up, as if that were his chief concern.
"Good," said Tom, in an effort to interest him and put him at ease.
"That's a dandy whistle; tell us about it.