Yet he had, with rare presence of mind, snubbed the heavy rope
around a tent stake, keeping the free end of the rope in hand,
and holding desperately to it.
Nor did Teddy release his grip on the rope, now that he had been
knocked unconscious. He held it in place, the strands wound
firmly about his arm, though inch by inch he was slipping toward
the heavy tent stake. Phil had received a severe shaking-up,
but he was on his feet quickly, looking about to see on whom he
had fallen.
When he discovered that Teddy had been the victim, Phil groaned.
"I'm afraid I have finished him!"
Teddy had now been drawn along by the rope until his head was
against the tent stake.
"Quick! Lend a hand here!" shouted Phil.
He wrenched the rope loose from Tucker's hands, taking a twist
about his own arms and holding on with all his might.
Several ring attendants came to their senses about that time and
rushed to his assistance.
"Take care of Teddy!" cried Phil.
The ringmaster turned Teddy over and looked into the lad's face.
At that, Teddy opened his eyes and winked.
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