Taking a long breath, he gave the loudest shout of which he was capable. It made him red in the face. Then he listened.
At last he heard an answer.
“Ted! Oh, Ted! Come and get me out! I’m in a trap!”
It was Janet’s voice, beyond a doubt, but such a strange voice—and faint and far away. Ted remembered once when his sister had been shut in the preserve closet down the cellar at home in Cresco. Her voice then had sounded just as it did now.
“But there isn’t any cellar here,” thought Ted. Once more he called: “Where are you? I can’t see you!”
“I’m shut up in a box trap!” answered Janet. “It’s by a big clump of ferns down in a little hollow.”
Ted at that moment was standing on the edge of the gully into which Janet had run to get the red flowers. And, looking down, Ted saw where the ferns had been broken and bent to one side as his sister pushed through them. He also saw the top of the box hidden among the bushes.
“All right! I’m coming, Jan!” cried Ted, as he scrambled down the steep sides.
Janet had been roused from a half slumber by the call of her brother’s voice and had answered him. Thus he had found her.
But when he stood in front of the box trap, Ted was a bit puzzled as to how Janet had gotten in and how he was going to get her out.