Don't worry, for I'm not going to run away. Speak again
so I can get to you. It's awful dark under here."
The other took him at his word, and commenced to rattle on, saying all
manner of things, simply to direct his rescuer to the spot.
"It's Andy Lasher, as sure as I live," said Jerry to himself, as he
recognized the other's voice, despite the agony in it.
So making his way forward he finally came to the tree under which the
other was pinioned by some of the branches.
"I can't see you, it's so dark here. Wait!" he said aloud.
"Oh! please don't leave me now; I'll go out of my mind, sure!"
"I don't mean to; but I must have some light. Now, I happen to have the
stub of a candle in my pocket, and the wind has died out, so I think it
will burn if I stick it down low. I'll get you out somehow, Andy," said
Jerry, cheerily.
He struck a match.
"Why, is it you, Jerry?"
"Sure thing. See there, that burns all right, I guess. Now, I'll put it
here in the shelter of this stump, while I look into things."
"You won't leave me here, Jerry? You ain't that kind of a feller, I
know?"
Andy was evidently alarmed. He could not but remember that there had been
bad blood between this lad and himself for a long time.
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