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Bonehill, Ralph

"Four Boy Hunters"


When he gained the opening he peered down into it.
"Shep! Are you there?" he called out, anxiously.
"Yes," was the faint answer. "Is that you, Snap?"
"Yes. Is that wildcat alive?"
"I guess not. But he has almost smothered me."
"How did you get down there?"
"Slipped down. Get something and help me to get out."
"I will."
"Poor Shep! What a place to be in all night!" was Whopper's comment.
"I wouldn't go through that for two billion dollars!"
"I'm going to cut a pole with a notch on the end," said Snap. "We can
pull him up with that."
A number of saplings were handy and Snap soon had the pole he
desired. Then all three of the boys climbed into the tree and
lowered the pole.
"All ready?" cried Snap.
"Yes," was the muffled answer from the bottom of the hollow.
"Take care, or somebody will slip out of the tree," cautioned Giant.
"Our footing isn't of the best."
All three of the young hunters strained on the pole with all their
might. At first they could not budge the doctor's son, but at
last they gained a few inches, and then the rest was easy.


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