Poot was bending over the edge of the high wall. It would be just like him to grow dizzy and tumble off. Ben turned impatiently away. If the fellow, with his weak head, knew no better than to be venturesome, why, let him tumble. Horror! What mean that heavy, crashing sound?
Ben could not stir. He could only gasp. "Jacob!"
"Jacob!" cried another startled voice and another. Ready to faint, Ben managed to turn his head. He saw a crowd of boys on the edge of the wall opposite, but Jacob was not there!
"Good heavens!" he cried, springing forward, "where is my cousin?"
The crowd parted. It was only four boys, after all. There sat Jacob in their midst, holding his sides and laughing heartily.
"Did I frighten you all?" he said in his native Dutch. "Well, I will tell you how it was. There was a big stone lying on the wall and I put my--my foot out just to push it a little, you see, and the first thing I knew, down went the stone all the way to the bottom and left me sitting here on top with both my feet in the air. If I had not thrown myself back at that moment, I certainly should have rolled over after the stone. Well, it is no matter. Help me up, boys."
"You're hurt!" said Ben, seeing a shade of seriousness pass over his cousin's face as they lifted him to his feet.
Jacob tried to laugh again. "Oh, no--I feels a little hurt ven I stant up, but it ish no matter."