“Hullo! what does that mean?” cried Jack.
“Where in de world is dat feller gwine?” questioned Pickles, with his mouth wide open.
“Who?” asked Harry, who had been paying attention solely to the squirrel.
“Boxy has gone into a hole in the tree,” explained Andy. “Hullo, Boxy, crawl out of that!” he shouted.
There was no reply. The boys stared at the tree and each other in wonder.
“Maybe he has gone clear to the bottom,” suggested Jack.
“I’ll climb up and see,” returned Harry. “Give me a leg up, quick! He may be smothering!”
Jack assisted him, and Harry was soon up to where Boxy had been standing. Sure enough, there was a large hole, and Boxy was wedged into it at least seven or eight feet below the opening.
“Help me!” gasped the unfortunate boy, in a thick voice.
“Throw up a rope or a strap,” shouted Harry, to those below. “He is way down, and can’t help himself.”