world had come. They rolled over, one on top of the other, and for several seconds lay dazed. Then they tried to get up, but found themselves unable to do so.
"Get off of my chest!" gasped Joe, who was underneath.
"I can't—I'm pinned down!" panted Darry.
"Boys, are you safe?" came from old Benson, who was also caught.
"I—I guess so!" answered Joe. "But it's a tight squeeze." Then the youth called out to his brother, but no answer came back.
"Will must be hurt!" he exclaimed, his heart rising in his throat. "Will! Will! Where are you?" he continued.
Still there was no answer, or if so the fury of the wind drowned it out completely. The boys tried their best to move, but could only budge a few inches.
In five minutes the fury of the blow spent itself and the last of the wind sent the fallen tree rolling along the cliff a distance of several rods. This released Joe and Darry, and they arose to their feet dazed and bewildered and scarcely knowing what to do next. It was now raining and darker than ever.
"Benson!" called out Joe, "where is my brother?"
