CHAPTER XVIII
NICKNACK IS GONE
Daddy Martin and Uncle Frank came running from the snow tunnel. Each one carried a shovel, for while the Curlytops' father had been digging away at the snow with his shovel, Uncle Frank had used the other to pile into the basket the loosened heap of white flakes.
"What's the matter?" asked Janet's father as he looked at her. "Why did you call me?"
"'Cause Teddy's in a big drift—down there!" she answered, pointing.
"Yes, he really did jump down there, and the snow was so soft that he went all the way through," added Aunt Jo.
"Then we must get him out in a hurry!" cried Uncle Frank. "Come on, Dick! This will be a new kind of digging for us."
"I should say so!" exclaimed Mr. Martin.
The two men ran toward the big drift, but when they got close they walked more carefully, for they did not want to make more snow fall in on top of Teddy through the hole he left when he jumped into the big drift.
"Are you down there, Son?" asked Mr. Martin, leaning over the hole and calling to the little boy.