something really worthwhile."

Miss Elting, Jane, Hazel and Harriet each were assigned to "man" the
end of a plank.

"Now, all together! Hee--o--hee!" shouted Janus. A plank slid easily
underneath the stomach of the near horse and came to rest on a beam.

"Hooray!" cheered the guide. "That's what comes of having a head on
one's shoulders. Young woman, you've got one. Let him down a little.
Here, Jim, you get some planks around under that other horse. We'll
have them up, but we may break their legs in the final effort. I don't
know. Somebody will have to settle for the damage done here to-night."

"The wagon is broken," Margery informed them.

"Never mind the wagon. It's the horses we must save," answered Miss
Elting. "We can't leave them to suffer."

Fifteen minutes of hard labor sufficed to raise the horses a little and
to place them in greater comfort. The sharp edges of the beams no
longer cut into the flesh, and their breathing was less labored. The
party paused to rest from their efforts.

"If we had some rope and pulleys we could get the animals out without
much difficulty," reflected Janus. "But how to do it now I don't know.
I swum! I'm dead-beat."

"Can you lift?" questioned Jane.