“If you had a rope to throw to me, you could pull me out; but you have no rope?”
“No. This is a difficult proposition, sure. But we must reach you and get you out of there, somehow.”
“Yes, and you will have to hurry, for I don’t like this situation at all.”
“Have you anything to suggest?” asked Miller.
“The best plan, to my mind, would be to climb from tree to tree, till you reach this one nearest to me, and then perhaps you can break off a limb and reach it down to me.”
“I’ll try that, Mr. Dare.”
CHAPTER XIII—In the Swamp
Miller managed to spring across a boggy place to a tree a few feet distant, and then he climbed up into it. He worked his way out on a limb, and got from that tree to the next one, then on into the next tree, and kept this up till he was in the tree nearest to Dick.
Then he took his knife from his pocket and with great rapidity cut off a limb about the size of his wrist and reached the end down to Dick. He grasped it eagerly and held on tightly, while Miller pulled steadily and strongly.
It was quite a while before the pulling had any perceptible effect and then it was seen that Dick was slowly but surely rising out of the bog.