brother and the others with me. Is that you, Porter?"
"Yes."
"Have you found your father?"
"Yes."
"How is he?" came in another voice—the voice of Philip Lapham.
"He is hurt a little, but not much."
"I'll be all right if I can only get out of here," called Mr. Porter, coming out so that he could look up the cliff. "We've been having our own troubles with two bears and a pack of wolves."
"We thought there must be trouble—by the shots fired," said Granbury Lapham. "That's why we started out in the darkness." He waved a torch in the air. "Can you see us?"
"We can see a light," answered Dave. He took up the branch from the fire. "Can you see our light?"
"Yes."
A long talk followed, and the party above, numbering four, said they had brought along a good rope. This they lowered, and after not a little difficulty Mr. Porter and Dave were raised up to the ledge above.
"There come the wolves again!" cried the youth, as he reached the ledge. "Have you a shotgun with you?"
"Yes," said Philip Lapham.
