Frank Merriwell's Champions Part 11

She gave a quick glance toward Browning, as if for confirmation of the promise.

Browning flushed.

"As Mr. Merriwell says, the secret will be perfectly safe with us, Miss Thornton," touching his cap. "You may rely on it!"

"I kinder sorter wanted you uns ter beat 'em," she confessed, "an' it'll pleasure me ter help you ter do it. You uns'll hev ter s.h.i.+n up that thar bluff somehow er 'nuther ter git a start."

She pointed to the precipice down which she had swung, and Browning gave an inward groan.

"Heavens!" he inaudibly grumbled. "She must want to see me killed. Those vines will come down like cotton strings when I put my weight on them."

Merriwell nodded, and the girl led the way to the bluff.

"Take holt o' that thar saplin' an' that'll holp you ter reach the cedar. Then grab them vines an' git along ez best ye kin. Them vines'll bear a good heft, an' ye needn't be skeered uv 'em."

Having said this, with pointing finger, she stepped aside. Frank Merriwell grasped the slim hickory and drew himself up to the scrubby cedar that here thrust its roots into a crack in the ledge.

He was followed by Colson and Rattleton. Then came Bart Hodge and Jack Diamond.

The climb was not so difficult as it looked. Some of the smaller vines broke under the weight of Browning, and of Ephraim Gallup, but in a comparatively short time all were at the top of the bluff.

The girl swung herself up after them, and pointed to a dim path leading through a thicket of laurel straight toward the frowning cap of the mountain.

"Thar's yer way!" she whispered. "I see ye've got a rope fer ther bad places. Two or three uv 'em'll maybe hump ye, but I'm sure you uns, by holpin' each other, kin make it. An' it'll save ye nigh about half the distance."

"Thank you," said Frank, as she turned away. "You have placed us under great obligations."

This time Merriwell took the lead, plunging into the laurel, for the route was an unknown one to all. He hurried forward as rapidly as the ground would admit.

A number of hogs of the razorback variety leaped up in front of him and scurried out of sight.

"Look out that you don't get bitten," shouted Rattleton, with a laugh.

"Those are wild hogs, you must understand, and you'd better not crowd them."

The hogs looked fierce enough to justify Rattleton's a.s.sertion.

"A boar hunt in these hills wouldn't be bad," said Hodge. "One of those fellows had tusks like razors."

They soon found abundant use for the rope, of which Nell Thornton had spoken, and for the stout alpinstocks they had provided as well. The way was rough and steep, and they quickly came to a series of benches, where the rope was found invaluable.

"This is what I call tough," grunted Browning, mopping his heated face at the end of one of these climbs.

"Cyant hab no chillins, an' fevah, dough, Mistah Browning, when you sweat dat way," laughed Toots. "Dis clamb is gwan ter cure yeh."

"Or kill me!" Bruce growled.

"I wonder how these other fellows are getting on?" said Hodge.

"I don't doubt they're going faster than we are," answered Merriwell.

"But I'm depending on the judgment of that girl, and you know that we have the best of authority for believing that the race is not always to the swift."

"Or the battle to the strong!" chimed in Diamond, completing the quotation.

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Rattleton.

"Mr. Rattleton, what are you grinning about now?" queried Hodge.

"I was just thinking that if the battle were always to the strong, what a fight a polecat would put up!" answered Rattleton, with another shout.

"I believe, by chaowder, they air the strongest things on earth,"

declared the boy from Vermont, with a smile. "I tried to poke one out of dad's old barn once, an' I thought it would lift the roof, b'gos.h.!.+"

Higher and higher the dim path led, zigzagging at times, crossing perilous crevices, which they were forced to leap, dipping into narrow gorges, through which ran icy streams of water from hidden springs.

"I tell you we're nearing the top!" cried Rattleton, with a burst of enthusiasm.

Merriwell looked at his watch.

"We've already been an hour on the way," he declared. "That starter thought the climb could be made in two hours. We may have to cross that rocky shoulder yet."

"No, we shall not have to cross it," said Hodge. "I caught a view of the path from that other slope a while ago, and it swings under the point instead of over it."

"h.e.l.lo! I don't know about this!" cried Merriwell, coming to a full stop at another bend.

The path ended at the foot of a flat rock that rose upward like the wall.

"We've got to get up there somehow," a.s.serted Diamond. "The path will be found again at the top."

Browning stepped forward.

"There's only one way, fellows. I understand now just what Nell meant when she said we'd have to help each other. Climb up on my shoulders here, Gallup. You're the longest and can reach that notch with your hands. Perhaps Hans had better go next."

"By gum! he ain't here!" snorted Gallup, staring around.

"He must have got tired and stopped," said Merriwell. "We can't wait for him. We may lose the race if we do. And it will punish him right, when he comes to this place and finds he can't get up."

"We'll come back and lower the rope for him," said Browning, putting himself in position against the wall of rock. "As Merriwell says, we haven't any time to lose."

Gallup glanced quizzically upward, then gave his hand to Merriwell, and was a.s.sisted to Browning's broad shoulders.

"No fooling," grunted Browning. "If I've got to play the strong man in this game of high and lofty tumbling, I want you fellows to get a move on you. Gallup alone feels as if he weighs a ton."

Barney climbed to Gallup's shoulders, and Merriwell came next, carrying the rope.

Standing on Barney's shoulders, he was able to grasp the branches of a tree that hung down at that point, and scrambled quickly on to the top of the bluff.

"Yes, the path is up here," he shouted back, letting down an end of the rope. "Put that loop around your waist, Diamond, and I'll pull as you climb. You'll find it will be a good deal easier."

"You'd better hurry on without me," advised Browning, when all were at the top but himself. "You'll lose valuable time trying to get me up there, and it's not necessary."