he could catch his breath. "I thought sure he had me by the foot!"
"We are in a pickle," groaned Sam. "I suppose that dog will camp right at the foot of this tree till Farmer Cadmore comes."
"Yes, he is camping now," announced Dave, peering down into the gloom. The moment the mastiff saw him, the canine set up a loud barking.
For a full minute after that none of the boys spoke, each being busy with his thoughts.
"We are treed, that is certain," said Phil, soberly. "And I must say I don't see any way to escape."
"Yes, and don't forget about the ram," added Sam. "Old Jabez Cadmore will want to know about him, too."
"I've got an idea," said Dave, presently. "Perhaps it won't work, but it won't do any harm to try it."
"Give it to us, by all means!"
"The trees are pretty thick in this orchard. Let us try to work our way from one tree to another until we can reach the fence. Then, perhaps, we can drop outside and get out of the way of that animal."
This was considered a good plan, and they proceeded to put it into execution at once. It was no easy matter to climb from tree to tree, and each got a small rent in his clothing, and Sam came near
