“Never mind the ‘little and skinny’ part,” said Fred shortly. “You hold onto my feet.”
Anyone who might have passed by that way and seen John holding fast to a pair of legs sticking out of a hole in the ground would have been puzzled as to what was taking place. Grant’s curiosity had been aroused by the strange actions of his two friends and he had followed them. Imagine his surprise to see what John and Fred were doing, but he said nothing. He stood quietly near by and neither of his comrades was aware of his presence.
“Can you see anything, Fred?” called John.
“Not a thing,” came back the muffled reply. “I can feel something, though.”
“Is it a box?”
“I can’t tell, I think it is.”
“Can you move it?”
“I should say not. It’s stuck fast.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Pull me out and I’ll tell you.”