Slavin had fallen over the edge of the trail at a point where lay a huge half-rotted trunk of a tree. The trunk of the tree had slipped in the wet, rolled partly over the man, and was slowly but surely crushing the life out of him!
CHAPTER XXVII.
Allen Shows His Bravery
"Slavin!"
"Hel-help!" gasped the poor wretch. "Help! For the love of Heaven, help me!"
"How did you get under the tree trunk?"
"My horse kicked me and I fell. I tried to save myself from going into the hollow. Please help me!"
"Thet's wot ye git fer runnin' away," put in Watson, who had appeared on the scene.
"Don't—don't talk! Save me!" was Slavin's only answer.