"Leave you? Not much, Giant! I'll get you out somehow. But I'll have to try some other way."
While the doctor's son was looking around for some other means to employ in the rescue, a shout was heard, and Snap came running up, followed by Whopper.
"What's the matter?"
"How did Giant get in that hole?"
"I don't know how he got in, but we must get him out," returned Shep. "Can you fellows help pull on this tree?"
"Wait, here is a small rope," said Snap. "I picked it up as I left camp, thinking it might be needed. We can tie that to the tree end and stand further back."
The rope was speedily adjusted, and then the three young hunters were able to brace their feet on ground that was fairly firm.
"Now, hold tight. Giant!" sang out Shep.
"I'll hold as ti—tight as I ca—can," was the gasped-out answer, for the small youth was all but exhausted by his struggles.
The others began a steady and strong pull, and inch by inch Giant came up out of the sticky mud. To make his hold firmer he twined his arms around the slender branches of the sapling.
