"Take care, Allen!" warned Watson. "The bank here is mighty slippery."
"I know it," was the answer. "Watson, can you hold yonder branch?"
"Wait till I tether the hosses."
This was done as quickly as possible and then the old hunter caught hold of the branch Allen had mentioned.
Allen got down under the lower end of the fallen tree and caught Slavin by the arm.
"Can't you turn over?" he asked.
"I—I—can't budge!" was the low answer. And then with a groan the prisoner became insensible.
"He has fainted!" cried Allen, to Watson. "Pull on that branch for all you are worth."
"I'm a-pullin'."
Still the tree trunk did not budge, for one end was embedded in the mud lying on the edge of the bank.
Allen was determined to save the poor wretch who was slowly but surely having his chest crushed in by the sinking tree. Finding he could not move the tree he called on Watson to hold fast as before.
"Ye can't do nothin', Allen," protested the old
