CHAPTER V.
Good Cause for Alarm
It was several minutes before the man who had been rescued from the sink hole could sit up and talk. His hat was gone, and with a dirty face and tangled, muddy hair, he presented a sorry spectacle.
"I'm very thankful to you for what you have done," were his first words, accompanied by a look that told plainly he felt what he said. "I thought I was at the end of my string sure, as they say in these parts."
"I allow that's a bad hole to get into," returned Chet. "I wouldn't want to get into it myself."
"And may I ask to whom am I indebted for my life?" continued the man.
"My name is Chetwood Winthrop, and this is my brother Paul."
"I am exceedingly glad to know you, boys. My name is Noel Urner, and I am from New York. I am a stranger in Idaho, and I know
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