"
"Oh, I hope we can!" cried Mollie. "We must try."
Jimmie produced the rope, and, tossing one end of it to Will, proved
that it was long enough. It looked sufficiently strong, too.
"Now, Mollie, if you'll turn around, and back down as near as you can,
we'll see what we can do," proposed Will.
While the car was being manipulated to the proper position, Will tied
some knots in the rope.
"Fasten this end to the middle of the whiffle-tree," he called to
Jimmie, tossing the loop to him. "In that way you won't have to unhitch
the horse, nor get out in the mud yourself."
"Oh, I won't mind that--if I can get out of this hole."
"Might as well take it as easy as you can," went on Will. "That's the
ticket. Be sure your knots are firm."
"Yes, don't tie granny ones the way I did the night the _Gem_ got
adrift," murmured Grace.
The rope was soon fast to the wagon and backed-up auto.
"Go ahead slowly," cautioned Will. "We don't know what will give way
first, the horse or the wagon. Take it easy, Mollie."
Slowly the auto started. There came a strain on the rope. There was a
creaking to the old vehicle, and then it slowly began to emerge from the
mud. The old horse, who had almost gone to sleep, roused up at this
strange activity, and was literally forced to stir out of his tracks. In
a few seconds the wagon was on the firm road, the auto having pulled it
in a diagonal direction from the mud-hole.
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