“Come on out!” called the other reporters to him, as the dust settled.
“I can’t!” cried Larry, faintly.
CHAPTER XXVII
JIMMY IS MISSED
“What’s the matter, are you hurt?” asked one of the newspaper men.
“My foot is pinned down under a plank!” Larry exclaimed. “I don’t believe I’m hurt much, unless it’s a sprained ankle.”
By this time several men engaged by the contractor to help raze the big stack came running up.
“We’ll get you out!” the foreman cried. “Heave away, boys!”
The laborers heaved away with right good will, and soon had tossed aside the planks that held Larry fast.
“Come on out now!” the foreman cried.
Larry endeavored to, but failed. He tried to take a few steps, but sank back with a groan.