out of the hole," replied Will. "If the rope is long enough to reach from his wagon to the auto, and the rope holds, and his wagon doesn't pull apart with the strain, we can do it."
"Oh, I hope we can!" cried Mollie. "We must try."
Jimmie produced the rope, and, tossing one end of it to Will, proved that it was long enough. It looked sufficiently strong, too.
"Now, Mollie, if you'll turn around, and back down as near as you can, we'll see what we can do," proposed Will.
While the car was being manipulated to the proper position, Will tied some knots in the rope.
"Fasten this end to the middle of the whiffletree," he called to Jimmie, tossing the loop to him. "In that way you won't have to unhitch the horse, nor get out in the mud yourself."
"Oh, I won't mind that if I can get out of this hole."
"Might as well take it as easy as you can," went on Will. "That's the ticket. Be sure your knots are firm."
"Yes, don't tie granny ones the way I did the night the Gem got adrift," murmured Grace.
The rope was soon fast to the wagon and backed-up auto.
