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Show 61 "I'll beat you to the top, too," she whiskered back. "By two or three steps," I said. When I awoke next morning, Tip was gone, I thought she would be waiting outside, but she was nowhere in sight. I searched that tent city in double-quick time, but still I could not find her. Then I remembered what she had said about beating me to the top. I was furious with her. I stomped over to the trail and waited impatiently until I could push in line. It was a stampeder in one of the shelves who saw her first. He was pointing and hollering. Finally I looked up. There she was one hundred feet in the air, riding a swinging sled up Archie Burns' tram. She lay facedown on the sled with her arms hanging over. "Stop! Stop the tram!" I yelled. "Keep moving," the man behind me threatened. He jabbed me with his walking stick. I scrambled off into the nearest shelf and waved frantically. "Hold on, Tip. Hold on!" "Don't make him look down," a man beside me said. "He could fall off." "Those pulleys don't hold too well, anyway," another man drawled. "I've seen two loads fall already this week. Pulleys break. Fool man. He'll get kilt for sure." |