The still muffled voice of her brother answered:
“No, I can’t crawl a bit more! I’m stuck!”
“Well, then,” said Janet, in the most natural way possible, “never mind about the fox. We don’t want him anyhow. Crawl out and we’ll go home.”
“But I can’t!” cried Teddy, and now his voice sounded as if he might be going to cry.
“What can’t you do?” Janet wanted to know.
“I can’t crawl out!” By this time Teddy was very much frightened. Janet could tell that by the catch in his voice. “I can’t crawl in and I can’t back up. I’m stuck! I’m stuck! You’d better go and get some one to help me out!”
But Janet was not going to run away so soon. She made up her mind to try something herself first.
“I’ll take hold of your feet and pull you out,” she offered. “Keep your feet still, now!” she commanded, as she went closer to the flapping shoes of her brother. “Keep ’em still or you’ll kick me!”
“All right,” said Teddy. “You can try, but I don’t believe you can pull me out.”
Janet could not. Though she tugged and tugged with both hands at Ted’s shoes, bracing her own feet against the end of the log, she could not stir her brother one inch.