He remembered the crash of the trees that had gone down in the tempest.
Could it be possible that the unfortunate one had been caught under one
of these falling forest monarchs, and pinned to the ground?
If so, no wonder that he cried at the top of his voice for assistance.
Unable to escape he must starve to death, or become the prey of wild
beasts unless help came.
Jerry immediately crawled out of his hole. He no longer remembered the
fact that a bear had recently been sniffing at the entrance to the hollow
tree. All he had in mind was that he might be of assistance to a fellow
human being in distress.
It was pitch dark in the woods, though now and then a flash of distant
lightning came to momentarily relieve the gloom.
Jerry started in the direction he believed the sounds came from. Now and
then he paused to listen, and in this way managed to keep going straight.
"Hello! where are you?" he cried, finally, as a dreadful silence fell
upon the forest ahead, a silence that made him very anxious indeed.
Immediately a voice called out wildly:
"Oh, here I am, under this fallen tree! Please come and help me! I can't
hardly move, and I think my arm is broken. Don't leave me to die!"
"It's all right.
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