Janet took hold of his legs, and Teddy took hold of his head. But as Janet pushed and Teddy pushed also, instead of pulling, which he had said was the right way, poor Baby William stayed just where he was, with his head caught between two carriage spokes.
“Oh, dear, we’ll never get him out!” said Janet. “What’ll we do, Ted?”
“We’ve got to try again,” decided Ted. “We’ll both push, and then we’ll both pull.”
“All right,” agreed Janet.
Whether it was that Ted and Jan pushed or pulled at the wrong time, or whether it was that they were so excited they didn’t know what they were doing, I can’t say, but Trouble was still held fast, and with tears in his eyes he looked up from his queer position and cried:
“Det me out! Det me out!”
CHAPTER IV
THE QUEER BOX
Trouble was now crying and kicking with his little heels against the floor of the garage. Part of his little body was half way under the carriage, the front wheels of which were turned in such a way that Janet could reach her little brother’s legs. His head stuck out through one of the front wheels, in between two spokes.
“We’ve got to get him out!” decided Janet, as she and Ted paused to get their breath.
“Yes,” replied Teddy. “Let’s both pull hard!”