“Ford the river!” repeated Jessie, wonderingly. “Is it shallow enough for that?”
“That remains for us to find out,” returned Miss Alling. “I believe there is a comparatively shallow place a little further on through the woods, though.”
“Get a car through this jungle!” groaned Darry. “From where I sit it looks as impenetrable as an African forest.”
“Well, would you rather sit here and look at each other—or go back home?” asked Miss Alling, and at this suggestion, which smacked of a threat, the Radio Girls were stirred to sudden action.
“I should say we don’t want to go home!” said Jessie, stoutly. “We are going to ford this river if there is a place where it is less than four feet deep. Tell us what to do, Miss Alling, and we will do it.”
Aunt Emma looked at her approvingly.
“Good!” she said. “That is the kind of talk I like.”
“The first thing to do is to get this car backed out of the mud, I guess,” suggested Nell, thoughtfully, and Aunt Emma nodded briskly.
“Right you are,” she said. “Bring up the roadster, Darry. And you two boys,” turning to Burd and Fol, “can help me get some rope from the car. The rest of you,” she added to the girls, “will have to push!”
Darry brought up the little roadster, puffing and snorting, to within a few feet of the big car. By this time Burd and Fol had succeeded in finding a piece of good stout rope under the back seat of the touring car. It took them only a short time, working together, to fasten the big car securely to the little one.