“How far down are you?” cried Tom, running to the scene.
“A mile. Quick! I’m scalding. Can’t you get me out of this or must I die in this awful hole?”
Grace ran over and peered into the hole, and in the vapor could faintly make out the form of the fat boy.
“Quick, Tom, get him out!” she begged.
Hippy, however, had reached the scene first, fortunately finding firm footing at the edge of the hole.
“Hold up your hands so I can reach them, and stop that howling!” commanded Lieutenant Wingate severely.
“You’re pulling me in two,” wailed Stacy as Hippy got hold of his hands and began dragging the boy out.
“Please don’t pull him in two,” begged Emma. “One Stacy is enough. I am positive that we couldn’t stand two.”
“Emma!” rebuked Nora.
Stacy was hauled out protesting and groaning. Grace and Elfreda sprang forward and took him in charge.