chunks out of it until it was all broken to pieces.
When the mouth of the well had thus been opened, they hastily lowered the Doctor's son, who found the son of the Prince lying there quite white and still and nigh unto death.
"It is well they chose me to fetch him up!" he muttered as he drew forth his bag of medicines. Taking a small flask of red fluid, he poured the contents of it down the throat of his unconscious friend, who soon began to stir and then to sit up.
With great difficulty the two were hauled up to the mouth of the well, and when they were once safely out of it, the friends all embraced with heartfelt joy and affection. Then the Prince's son told the tale of his adventure and its sorry ending, and the other five were full of compassion for him and indignation against the wicked Khan.
"I have a plan!" suddenly spoke up the Wood-carver's son. "By my art I can
