They looked around. They had let go of the hands of their little brother while searching in the back part of the garage among the odds and ends for Skyrocket. They had forgotten about Baby William for a time, and now they could not see where he was.
“Where are you, Trouble? Where are you?” cried Ted.
“I—I’se stuck!” was the answer.
“Yes, dear! But where are you?” asked Janet.
“In de horsie wagon!”
“Oh, he’s playing in the old carriage!” exclaimed Ted, for Trouble always called that the “horsie wagon.”
It did not take Jan and her older brother long to reach the place where Trouble was. But instead of seeing him upon the seat of the battered old carriage, where he sometimes climbed to play he was driving a horse, they saw him caught in between the spokes of one of the wheels.
“Oh, Trouble!” cried Janet.
“Oh, Trouble!” shouted Teddy.
And well might they say this, for Trouble was indeed in trouble. His head was stuck between two spokes, and he could not get it out either way.