CHAPTER III
THE RESCUE
“Jack, he’s here under all this stuff!” called out Bobolink, excitedly.
“Poor old chap,” said Wallace. “I wouldn’t like to give much for his chance of getting out of the scrape with his life.”
“And to think,” added Bluff, soberly, “that after all the protestations made by the company that the old house couldn’t fall, it trapped one of the big owners when it smashed down. It’s mighty queer, it strikes me.”
“Keep still again,” warned Jack. “I want to call out and see if Mr. Garrity can hear me.”
“A bully good scheme, Jack!” asserted Bobolink. “If we can locate him in that way it may save us a heap of hard work dragging these timbers around.”
Jack dropped flat on his face, and, placing his mouth close to the wreckage where it seemed worst, called aloud:
“Hello! Mr. Garrity, can you hear me?” 16
“Yes! Oh, yes!” came the faint response from somewhere below.