File:Riding the Guy by Charles A. Hoyt pg 1081.jpg

Identifier: stnicholasserial4821dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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himselfaway from the mast, and, clutching the ironshackle with both hands, sped down the saggingwire rope with breathless speed. Not a moment too soon. He was not five rodsaway when the first blast went, followed in rapidsuccession by many others. The sky was fairlydarkened by hurtling masses of rock. The hillsechoed and echoed again. On he sped out of thedanger zone, his teeth set, gripping the shacklewith all his might. He looked hopefully ahead,wondering if the rope sagged too much in themiddle to allow him to run to the other end andto safety, when his hair fairly stood on end—therope was in two pieces, being gripped together inthe middle in a great clumsy splice! An instant later the sheave struck the splicewith a thud, and he was flung upward against the 1921) RIDING THE GUY 1081 cable with cruel force. Breathless and halfstunned, he hung on feebly a few minutes. Themen came out of their shelter and the dust set-tled in the quarry. Running figures came down over the ledge and
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THE STONE BROKE OFF, BUT HE GRABBED THE YARN he took a look downward, but only one. Overthree hundred feet it was to the earth, and solidrock everywhere. He twisted his head to look athis would-be rescuers. Two of them ran backand came on with a long rope. How they ex-pected to get it up to him, he did not know, butsupposed they had some idea in their heads. Wearily he shifted his position, as the rope cutcruelly, and waited. The group under the ropegrew, as every man in the quarry gathered to therescue. Out of the clamor of voices he heard a bellowed order, Hump yourself back for thathand-line, Joe! Some one, who was probably Joe, ran like adeer over the ledges and came back with a coilof small rope. Twisting his head around pasthis arms, Fred lookedcuriously at the crowd. Some one below cuppedhis hands and called: Grab it when I throwit up and then haul up thebig rope! he shouted. All right! All right!Fred replied. Hurryup! I m getting awfultired. The group scatteredand the man made

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