By this time Sam had gained a few bushes which grew but a dozen feet away from the edge of the cliff, that at this point was nearly forty feet in height.  With his right hand held a painful prisoner, he clutched at the bushes with his left.

“I’ve got the bushes, but I can’t hold on long!” he panted, as Dick came close.  “Help me, quick!”

Scarcely had the words left his mouth when the bushes came up by the roots and poor Sam fell over on his side.  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.

“We’ll wash the wound first,” put in Frank, and raced off for some water.  Soon he returned with his stiff hat full, and the cut on Sam’s wrist was tenderly washed by the Laning girls, who then bound it up with the skill of a hospital surgeon.

The kite-flying continued for the balance of the afternoon.  But Sam and Dick had had enough of it, and, along with Tom, they took a stroll along the lake front with Dora Stanhope and Grace and Nellie.  Of course both boys and girls talked a whole lot of nonsense, yet all enjoyed the walk very much.

“This is the spot where they abducted me,” shivered Dora, as they came to the old boathouse.  “Oh, what a dreadful time that was, to be sure!”

“I don’t believe our enemies will bother you any more, Dora,” said Dick.  “It’s not likely that old Crabtree Will try the same game twice; and Mumps has really turned over a new leaf and gone to work for a living.”