No--the mender has turned into a breaker
this time, 'tis a good thing it's only himself that he has broken up."
A slight groan escaped him, and Roy softly stroked his face, a broken
sob escaping him.
"Oh, old Principle, how I wish I was strong, how I wish I could move
you! You aren't broken up! Don't say you are. Couldn't I help you to
roll over on your back, wouldn't that be better?"
After great effort this was partly accomplished, and then to Roy's
intense relief he heard voices above.
Running to the opening he shouted:
"Here we are! Help us out, or old Principle will die!"
But it was some time before the rescue could be accomplished. The
opening was small enough to let Roy through, but not old Principle, and
the boy refused to leave the old man. Pickaxes and shovels were set
heartily to work, and after half an hour's hard toil, the old man was
gently raised out of his dangerous position, and placed in the cart. Roy
was put in with him, and Dudley walked by the side in silence until they
reached the village. There was a great stir and excitement over their
return. Mrs. Selby and their aunt met the boys at the entrance of the
village, and Miss Bertram looked anxiously at Roy's little white set
face.
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