“Oh, if he does go to sleep,” said Janet, “we’ll never get him home until he wakes up; and then what will mother say?”
“Maybe I can make something so we can get him home,” said Hal.
“Do you mean without making him walk?” asked Ted.
“Yes. Wait and I’ll see what I can do,” and the lame boy started for a patch of woods near the cherry grove.
“What are you going to do?” called Ted. “Can’t I help?”
“Well, yes—maybe. I’m going to cut down two long branches first.”
“Well, I’ve got a knife and I’ll help cut,” offered Ted, and he hurried on after Hal, leaving Jan, rather worried and anxious, beside Baby William, who was still curled up in the little grass nest he had made.
“Here, you cut this branch, and I’ll take the one over there,” and Hal pointed to the two he meant.
“How are you going to make a wagon out of ’em, and where will you get the wheels?” Ted questioned.
“I didn’t say I was going to make a wagon,” replied the lame boy with a laugh. “At least it isn’t a wagon with wheels. It’s the kind the Indians used to make—two long poles with a seat between——”