This was repeated, the driver, after a
time, taking part in the operation, until four planks had been worked
in under the horse.
"Now, all work together," urged Harriet. "Mr. Grubb, see if you and
the driver can't get a couple of planks clear under the horse. If you
can get the end of a plank on one of the beams you will have done
something really worthwhile."
Miss Elting, Jane, Hazel and Harriet each were assigned to "man" the
end of a plank.
"Now, all together! Hee--o--hee!" shouted Janus. A plank slid easily
underneath the stomach of the near horse and came to rest on a beam.
"Hooray!" cheered the guide. "That's what comes of having a head on
one's shoulders. Young woman, you've got one. Let him down a little.
Here, Jim, you get some planks around under that other horse. We'll
have them up, but we may break their legs in the final effort. I don't
know. Somebody will have to settle for the damage done here to-night."
"The wagon is broken," Margery informed them.
"Never mind the wagon. It's the horses we must save," answered Miss
Elting. "We can't leave them to suffer.
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