pe that ran alongside the barn and started to slide down.
"Don't! Don't!" cried Bob, in alarm. "The pipe's rusty! It'll break! For the love of Pete----"
His voice ended almost in a scream.
For at that moment what he feared happened.
The pipe broke beneath Joe's weight. The lad felt it going and grabbed frantically at the upper part that was still fastened to the roof. He caught it and held on, his legs dangling in the air directly over the pile of rocks more than twenty feet below. To fall on those rocks meant broken limbs or death!
--JUST IN TIME
At just the place in the pipe that Joe had grabbed there was a band running around it, perhaps a quarter of an inch thick. It was smooth and slippery, but yet gave more support to his clutching hands than would have been afforded by the pipe itself. To this precarious support poor Joe clung with desperation that was rapidly becoming despair as he felt his arms ti