"You should
have brought a stronger cord."
"If I had I'd a-gone up in the clouds," answered Tom ruefully.
"That's the last of that kite, I suppose; if I -"
"The string has caught on Sam's kite!" interrupted Grace Laning.
"Oh, my! See both of them going up!"
"Now you can win, Sam!" laughed Dora. "Fred, your flying is
nowhere now."
"He didn't calculate to fly one kite against two," answered Fred.
"Hold on, Sam, where are you going? The cliff is over in that
direction!" he yelled suddenly.
"I -- I know it!" came back the alarming answer. "But I can't
stop myself!"
"He can't stop himself!" repeated Dora.
"Oh, stop him somebody, before he goes over the cliff!"
"Let go of the line!" shouted Dick. "Don't go any closer to the
cliff!"
"I -- I can't let go! The line is fast around my wrist!" gasped
poor Sam. "Oh, dear, it's cutting me like a knife!"
"He's in a mess," came from Frank. "If he isn't careful he'll go
over the cliff, as sure as he's born!"
"Throw yourself down!" went on Dick, and, leaving his kite in Hans
Mueller's care, he ran after his brother.
By this time Sam had gained a few bushes which grew but a dozen
feet away from the edge of the cliff, that at this point was
nearly forty feet in height. With his right hand held a painful
prisoner, he clutched at the bushes with his left.
"I've got the bushes, but I can't hold on long!" he panted, as
Dick came close. "Help me, quick!"
Scarcely had the words left his mouth when the bushes came up by
the roots and poor Sam fell over on his side.
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