at seeing his beloved twin hanging so high above his
head, than Dot was.

Mike had no intention of using the machinery to lower the derrick, but
he resorted to an Indian manner of rescue.

He sought for and found a rope coiled up near some trees. In this he
made a loop which he flung with such dexterity that it shot over the
upper end of the derrick, just above the grapple that held the cables.
By pulling on the other end of the rope, Mike slipped the knot so hard
and fast that nothing could have moved it from the grapple.

He then ran the other end of the rope about the trunk of a tree in a
line where Dorothy hung. This end he fastened, and Mike then started,
hand over hand, up the inclined rope until he reached the cable where
Dorothy was suspended. Here he threw an arm over the cable and twisted
his legs about the rope. In this way he kept his hold of the rope while
sliding himself closer to the little girl. In a short time he saw what
had clutched her.

"Doot, put arms in Mike's neck!" advised the Indian.

Dot turned her head as far as she could and saw Mike's head just beside
her. She tried to squirm about but could only get her left arm about the
Indian's neck.

"Doot hol' fast?" asked Mike.

"Sure as anything!" replied the brave little girl.

"No hands slip?" queried Mike.

"Nope! I can hang on your neck like a string of beads."

Mike smiled in spite of the danger and felt assured of the undertaking.

He lifted the child with one hand as his other, that was slung over the
cable, cut away the belt and coat that were caught in the irons.

"Now, hol' tight!" warned Mike, as the last shred was severed and he
swung the little girl about and held her fast.

"Hip, hip, hurrah!" yelled Don, as he jumped up and down with
excitement.

An answering call seemed to come from the direction of the camp, and Don
wondered if they knew of the escapade.

It was not so easy for Mike to get hold of the rope again with his hands
as it was to climb up on it, for Dorothy had to be held with one arm.

After many maneuvers, however, the old trapper managed to shift the
little girl upon his chest, where both her arms could hold fast about
his neck. Then he slid down the inclined rope and soon felt the ground
under his feet.

At the same time, a number of timber-men, with Mr. Starr, Mr. Latimer,
Paul and Meredith, came running out of the road that led to camp. They
were just in time to see Mike make his descent.

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