She shouted again and again. At
last her calls were answered.
"Help is coming, girls," she cried in an encouraging voice. "Keep up your
courage."
"H-a-r-r-i-e-t?" wailed a voice. "Are you there?"
"Yes, Jane."
Then she heard the voices of Hazel and Margery. The latter two were half
crazed with fear for Harriet. The next time Jane cried out she was nearer
to the imprisoned girls.
"Call to me, darlin', so that I may know where you are," she shouted.
"We are right in the middle of the heap under the tent," answered Harriet.
"None of us is hurt. Is any one else hurt?"
"One girl was badly bruised. But oh, this is too bad. I'm coming. No, I
can't get any closer. What shall I do?" wailed Jane.
"Get something to cut away this canvas as soon as you can get to it. We
are smothering," returned Harriet.
"Jasper is going to cut the limbs of the tree away," answered Jane.
"No, no, no!" shouted Harriet. "He must not do that He will have the trunk
down on us and then we shall all be crushed. Have him try to reach us by
cutting away only the smaller branches of the tree, but don't let him cut
off any of the larger limbs. Tell him to hurry for we shall soon smother
in here. Watch him, Jane, to see that he doesn't do anything to increase
our danger."
"I'll watch him, my darling" returned Jane.
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