CHAPTER XXVII.
Allen Shows His Bravery
"Slavin!"
"Hel-help!" gasped the poor wretch. "Help! For the love of Heaven, help me!"
"How did you get under the tree trunk?"
"My horse kicked me and I fell. I tried to save myself from going into the hollow. Please help me!"
"Thet's wot ye git fer runnin away," put in Watson, who had appeared on the scene.
"Don't—don't talk! Save me!" was Slavin's only answer.
"We'll do what we can for you," returned Allen.
Yet even as he spoke he realized how difficult, not to say dangerous, was the task which lay before him.
Should he attempt to roll the log over it might catch him just as it had caught the suffering wretch now under it.
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