“I shall mind, though, so you’d better fold up your arms. There! She’s over, Arden. Now I’ll do it!” said Sim.
Sim accomplished the feat more easily than had Terry, and then Arden did it. All kneeling, they braced with their legs and arms, arched up their backs, and tried to force off the nailed lid of the packing case.
“Heave!” exclaimed Arden, having heard this expression used by the foreman of a gang of section men on the railroad near the college grounds. “Heave hard!”
All together they raised their backs.
“Ouch! That doesn’t do any good! We’re in here for the night unless someone comes back to release us!” groaned Terry.
“Rest a minute,” advised Arden. “Then we’ll try it again. Once more—all heave!”
But the second try only made the box shift a little on its base.
“We must make some noise! Bang on the sides or yell or scream! We must get out of here!” Arden was getting desperate.
“Hey! Hey!” shouted Terry. “Come back! Let us out! We’re smothering! Hey!”
“Hurray! Hurray!” screamed Sim.