IN WHICH TOM IS FOUND
Guided by his brother's voice Sam at last found Dick. As the latter had said, he was wedged between two tall trees and in anything but a comfortable position. And how to release him was a problem.
"I guess I had better climb up and bend one of the trees over by my weight," suggested Sam. "I don't see any other way."
"All right, Sam. Only be careful and don't fall and let the tree snap back on me," answered Dick, weakly. In his cramped position he could scarcely breathe.
With great care Sam ascended the slimmest of the two trees, pushing it as far away from the other as possible. As he went up his weight told, and presently the tree commenced to bend down, away from the other.
"That's better—now I can move a little," cried Dick. "Go on! There, that's enough. All right, Sam, you can come down." And then Dick scrambled out in the snow and his brother joined him.
"Did you see anything at all of Tom?" asked the youngest Rover, as soon as both could get their breath.
"Not a thing, Sam. But I saw the tree that fell—it's caught on the cliff above here."
"Yes, I saw that—just before I took a tumble."
"Then you fell too?"