Inch by inch Grit was raised until Larry, who had come to the edge
to help Dick, reached out, and helped to haul the dog in.
"There he is!" cried Dick, as he slid back.
"Well, old boy, you had a close call!"
Grit let go the rope and barked. And then a strange fit of
trembling seized him. It was the first time he had ever showed
fear. He never ventured near the edge of the deck again, always
taking a position as near the centre as possible, and lying down at
full length, to prevent any danger of sliding off. And he never
went out on the deck unless Dick went also, feeling, I suppose, that
he wanted his master near in case of accidents.
"Say, that was some little excitement," remarked the young
millionaire, as he wiped the beads of perspiration from his
forehead. "I thought poor old Grit was sure a goner."
"It did look so," admitted Paul. "He's an intelligent beast, all
right."
"Takes after me," laughed Dick. "Well, let's see how Innis made out
while we were at the rescue."
"I was all ready to send her down quick, if you'd given the word,"
said the cadet in the pilot house, when the party went inside the
cabin.
"But she's still on her course," he added, after a glance at the
compass.
"I'm glad we didn't have to go down," Dick remarked. "As we only
have two landings we can make I want to save my reserve until we
are actually forced to use it. I wonder about where we are, anyhow?
Let's make a calculation.
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