of the stall, and started him toward the open doors.
Hi, Matt, is that you?" veiled a voice close at hand.
"Yes, Andy, and I'm glad you have come. See if you can pull the wagon out."
"Can you manage Billy alone?"
"I think I can." But Matt had his hands full, as he soon learned. Billy was not in the humor to listen and walk the way he desired. He pranced about wildly, and the boy had all he could do to keep from having his feet stepped upon.
But at last Matt managed to reach the open doors, and then he gave the horse a sharp cut on the flank, which sent him up the alley on a canter. The boy did not wait to ascertain how far Billy might continue on his way, but turned swiftly to help his partner, who was straining every nerve to budge the wagon from its resting-place.
"The floor is up-hill to the side doors!" gasped Andrew Dilks. "We can't get it out, I'm afraid!"
"We must get it out!" returned Matt desperately. "Let me get hold of the shafts and you push. And be quick, for the floor overhead looks as if it was going to give away at any minute!"
Andy did as Matt directed, and together they
