ose pancakes and maple-syrup tastes this
morning," said Dot, smacking her lips.

Don took out an apple and laid it on the floor, but seemed not to
remember his own.

"That's only one--where's the other?" asked Dot.

"Gone!"

"Where? did you lose it?" asked Dot, sympathetically.

"No, I ate it this mornin' when I woke up. I did a heap of work long
before you got up and I had to have something to stay my stomach,"
admitted Don, in the words often heard from Jim.

"Then break mine and take half," offered Dot.

Never backward in such things, Don thanked his sister, and split the
apple in two.

Breakfast over, the two went to work in their exciting experiments.

"Now, you go over by that tree trunk and wait for Jane's arm to run out.
The moment I blow the whistle, you watch out for the tackling clutch to
come down and lock it around the tree. Then, I'll work the arm and bring
the tree over by the roadside and drop it in the ditch," explained Don.

"You're sure you know which thing to pull out or push in," ventured Dot.

"Sure--watch me!" and Don opened the valve that sent steam into the
feeder. He pulled a lever at the left and immediately a great vibration
started as the travelling crane, or arm, swung about their heads and
tossed the steel cables about in the air.

"Hi, that's the way, all right!" laughed Don, at his successful
experiment.

Dot saw the cables with the grappling hooks swing over her head and
dodged down inside the caboose.

"You go over to the trees and play you're a timber-jack. I'm the
engineer that runs Jumpin' Jane," ordered Don.

Dot jumped down and ran over to the place where several small pine trees
lay parallel upon the ground. Don started the lever and watched the
travelling crane swing around on the opposite side of the skidder from
that where Dot waited to hook up the grapplers.

"Humph! guess I pushed on the wrong side of the board," murmured Don, as
he pushed the other lever over on the right hand side.

He forgot to pull the first one back in place so the arm swung over to
the right and back again to the left, then reversed until its cables
with grappling hooks were swinging back and forth dangerously near to
the children's head.

Dot screamed: "Turn her off, for goodness sake! Those hooks'll tear us
to pieces!"

Don was nervous over the error and wondered why they acted that way.
Suddenly, he saw that he had not turned off the first lever. As soon as
they were both sh