weighs a good deal, and we have no tools to work with."
"We must get it back," said Phil. "We can't leave the car here."
"How are we to return to the Hall?" came from another. "We are at least nine miles away."
"Walking is good, Belcher."
"I'm not going to walk," retorted Belcher. "I want my twenty-six cents' worth, and I'm going to ride." And this created a short laugh.
"Perhaps we can pry the wheels back on the tracks," suggested Dave. "Let us get a few fence rails and try it."
There was a rail fence not a great distance away, and soon the boys had several rails. Under the directions of Phil and Dave they were put into position, and flat rocks were placed under them. Then the rest set to work to pry up the front end of the car and the truck with them.
It was hard work, and for half an hour the wheels refused to move as desired. But then more rails were brought into play, and at last the wheels of the truck slipped back on the tracks.
"Hurrah!" shouted Roger. "Back at last! Now, fellows, we had better get aboard once more, and return to where we came from."
"There is to be no hurrying on this trip back," declared Phil. "We must take our time and be sure of what we are doing."
