"Let us look for him."
And both started after Phil, wondering what could be wrong.
CHAPTER XXVIII
UP TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP
Dave and Roger walked up the stream a distance of several hundred yards.
They continued to call Phil's name, but as before, no answer came back.
"I must confess, Roger, I don't like the looks of things," said Dave,
gravely. "If Phil was all right, he'd surely answer us."
"I think so myself, Dave--unless he was only fooling us."
"I don't think he'd do that, under the circumstances. He'd know we would
be greatly worried."
On walked the two chums, until they reached a point where the mountain
stream came tumbling over some great rocks. Here they found Phil's
fishing rod and also the string of fish he had caught.
"Gracious, Dave! Supposing some wild animal has carried him off!"
ejaculated the senator's son.
Dave did not reply, for he knew not what to say. He advanced to the top
of the rocks and peered over on the other side.
"There he is!" he shouted. "Phil! Phil! Are you hurt?" he called.
Only a faint moan came back, and scrambling up the rocks beside Dave,
Roger saw the trouble. Phil had slipped from the rocks into the mountain
torrent. In going down his legs had caught in an opening below, and
there he was held, in water up to his knees, while the water from some
rocks above was pouring in a steady stream over his left shoulder.
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