“Well, now I’ve got to push you,” decided Janet, as she dropped the one shoe. “If I can’t pull you I got to push you! Maybe you’ll come out the other end with the fox.”
“There isn’t any fox in here,” said Teddy. “I can see clear through to the other end and there’s nothing in the log but me—I’m here all right, an’ I wish I could get out! Oh, dear!”
“I’ll help you! I’ll push,” offered Janet.
She was about to push on Ted’s feet as they stuck from the log, but he stopped her with a cry.
“Don’t do it! Don’t do it!” he begged. “If you push me any farther I’ll be stuck worse!”
“What’ll I do then?” asked Janet.
“You go get somebody! Get somebody to help me out!” wailed Ted.
“I will!” cried his sister, and without trying any more she hurried away through the woods.
She expected to have to go all the way to the bungalow to tell her father or mother about the plight of poor Teddy. But half way there Janet met two of the lumbermen and to them she told of her brother’s plight.
“Caught in a hollow log, is he?” asked one man. “Well, we’ll soon have him out.”