hunter. "Come away afore the tree rolls over an' crushes ye too! "
"It won't roll if you hold fast," Allen answered.
"Yes, it will, when it starts. I can't git nothin' ter brace ag'in here."
"Well, I'm going to do my best and you must hold back as long as you can," was the answer.
Getting down on his knees, Allen began to scoop away the loose dirt with his hands, working directly under Slavin's body. It was hard work and broke his finger nails, but he kept on and at last had quite a hole made.
"Now hold hard, I'm going to pull!" he shouted to Watson, and the old hunter held as hard as he could. Then Allen pulled with might and main and at last had the satisfaction of getting the senseless body of Slavin free from its awful pressure.
"Quick, the tree is a-goin'!" came from Watson. "Give me yer hand!"
He reached forth and at the same time the tree began to slide down the hollow, directly in Allen's pathway. Allen had Slavin in his arms by this time. He made a leap and got on top of the tree, and just as the trunk went down Watson caught him and held tight.
