“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Then come and help me get the mule up.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m strung up.”
Tad did not know what the trouble was, but he lost no time in getting to his companion. Butler gazed, then he burst out laughing. Chunky lay on his back on the ground, his eyes rolling. One foot was elevated as high as it could reach and still permit the boy’s body to remain on the ground. The foot was caught in the crotch of a dwarfed tree, and was wedged in tightly, too.
“Gracious! How did you ever manage to get into that scrape?” questioned Tad between laughs. “Hey, Ned, is that you?” as a crashing in the bushes was heard near at hand.
157“Yes. I’m coming. Is Stacy hurt?”
“No, but come here quick. Here’s a sight for you!”