“Why don’t you wiggle?” she finally asked, quite out of breath.
“Why don’t I what?” asked Ted.
“Why don’t you wiggle a little an’ help yourself?” demanded Janet. “I can’t do it all alone! When I pull, you wiggle, an’ maybe you’ll get out that way.”
“All right,” agreed Ted. “But I can’t wiggle very much. It’s awful tight in here!”
Once more Janet took hold of his shoes and began to pull. At the same time Ted pushed with his hands backward inside the log and “wiggled.”
But it seemed to be of little use. No more of Ted’s legs stuck out from inside the log than at first.
Then he suddenly cried:
“Stop! Quit!”
“What’s the matter?” asked Janet. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, but my shoes are coming off!” answered Ted. And even as he spoke Janet pulled so hard that the left shoe came completely off Ted’s foot, and the other was partly off.