"Nix. Iss dot vat habbened?"
"Yes. It landed in the top of that tree, over there."
"Meppy ve ged holt oof der t'ing und find oudt somet'ing aboudt who dose fellers vas, und for vy dey vent off for a fly mitoudt knowing how to manach der flyer?"
Matt proceeded to the foot of the tree in whose branches the fallen object had alighted. Lifting his gaze upward, he peered sharply into the foliage.
"I see it," he announced, pointing.
"Und me, too," said Carl. "It vas vite, und round, like a punch oof bapers rolled oop. How ve ged him down, hey? Meppy ve t'row some shticks ad him?"
Suiting his action to the word, Carl picked up clubs and stones and hurled them upward in an endeavor to dislodge the object. Finding that these efforts were unsuccessful, Matt threw off his coat and hat and climbed the tree.
The roll of papers was lodged far out in the fork of a branch. Standing on the branch, he jumped up and down on it and jarred the roll loose. Carl caught it deftly as it fell.
"Hoop-a-la!" he yelled; "here she vas, Matt. Come down a leedle vile ve look him ofer."