y as possible and then the old hunter caught hold
of the branch Allen had mentioned.

Allen got down under the lower end of the fallen tree and caught Slavin
by the arm.

"Can't you turn over?" he asked.

"I--I--can't budge!" was the low answer. And then with a groan the
prisoner became insensible.

"He has fainted!" cried Allen, to Watson. "Pull on that branch for all
you are worth."

"I'm a-pullin'."

Still the tree trunk did not budge, for one end was embedded in the mud
lying on the edge of the bank.

Allen was determined to save the poor wretch who was slowly but surely
having his chest crushed in by the sinking tree. Finding he could not
move the tree he called on Watson to hold fast as before.

"Ye can't do nothin', Allen," protested the old 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.

"A close call an' no error!" cried Watson, when Allen was safe on the
trail once more. "Ye came within an ace o' goin' into the hollow with
the tree on top o' ye!"

"I guess Slavin's pretty badly hurt," said Allen, when he could get back
his breath. "That trunk had him pinned down for fair. He would have been
crushed in another minute or two. What shall we do with him?"

"Wait till I catch his hoss an' we'll take him back to the cave,"
answered Watson.

To catch the animal was not difficult and close at hand they found the
gun Slavin had stolen. Then while Allen carried the firearms and led on