Then came another
strong puff of wind, and he was dragged to the very edge of the
rocky ledge!
"I'm going!" he screamed, when, making a mighty leap, Dick caught
him by the foot.
"Catch the rock -- anything!" cried the older brother. "If you
don't you'll be killed!"
"Save me!" was all poor Sam could say. "Oh, Dick, don't let me go
over!"
"I'll do my best, Sam," was Dick's answer, and he held on like
grim death.
By this time half a dozen boys were running to the scene. Dora
Stanhope followed, and as she came up she pulled a tiny penknife
from her pocket.
"Can't I cut the line with this?" she asked, timidly, as she
pushed her way to Dick's side.
"Yes, Yes; cut it!" moaned Sam. "Oh, my wrist is almost cut in
two!"
Stooping low, Dora sawed away at the kite line, which was as taut
as a string on a bass fiddle. Suddenly there was a loud snap and
the cord parted. Sam and Dick fell back from the edge of the
cliff, while the entangled kites soared away for parts unknown.
"Thank Heaven you cut the line, Dora!" said Dick, who was the
first to recover from the excitement of the situation. He saw
that Dom was trembling like a leaf, and he hastened to her
support, but she pushed him away and pointed to Sam.
"Don't mind me -- I am all right, Dick," she said. "Go care for
poor Sam. See how his wrist is bleeding! Oh, how dreadful!"
"Here is my handkerchief; he had better bind it up with that,"
said Grace Laning, as she offered the article.
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