"There! Can't you see him?" demanded Rose, with growing excitement. "Oh, the poor thing!"
Just then an unmistakable "bla-a-at!" startled the other children—even Tad Munson. He brought his gaze down from the trees into the branches of which he had been staring.
"Bla-a-at!" was the repeated cry, which at first the children had thought had been "Help!"
"And sure enough," Russ said confidently, "he is saying 'help!' just as near as he can say it."
"The poor thing!" sighed Rose again.
CHAPTER IV
WHAT WAS STUCK IN THE MUD
Russ began to whistle a tune, as he often did when he was puzzled. It was not that he was puzzled about the thing he saw—and which Rose had seen first—but at once Russ felt that he must discover a way to get the blatting object out of the mud.
"What do you know about that!" cried Tad Munson. "That's John Winsome's red calf. See! He's sunk clear to his backbone in the mud."