A wedge, you know, is shaped like the letter V. The narrow part was put in the crack, and then the top, or wide part, was pounded on. As the V’s went farther and farther into the crack, the crack opened wider. This made the hole in the log larger as the fallen tree trunk was split more widely open.
“Oh, now I can get out! Now I can get out!” joyfully cried Ted, as he felt the log loosening around him. “Now I can get out!”
And a few seconds later he managed to wriggle and back out of the log himself, little the worse because of his adventure. His face was red, for it was hot inside the fallen tree, and his clothes were covered with pieces of brown, rotten wood. But this easily brushed off.
“How did you happen to go in there?” asked one of the men.
“I wanted to drive out a fox so my sister could catch him,” answered the Curlytop boy.
“Well, I wouldn’t do that again,” the man went on. “In the first place, no fox will ever run into a place unless there is a way of running out again, and he can run out quicker than you can run in.
“Another thing, never try to catch a fox in your bare hands. They have very sharp teeth and they’ll nip you badly. You have to wear heavy gloves when you handle a fox. But even if you had driven him out of your sister’s end of the log, Teddy, I guess he would have leaped past Janet so quickly that it would have looked like a flash of lightning.”
“That’s right!” added the other tree chopper.
“I won’t do it any more,” Teddy promised.
“We didn’t get a crow and we didn’t get a fox,” sighed Janet, rather sadly.