"Hi! hi! help me!" yelled Messmer. "Quick, something has me by the foot!"
"Maybe it's Hally, at the bottom of the hole!" burst out Dave.
"Let us make a chain and haul him out," suggested Phil.
This suggestion was considered a good one, and in a twinkling a long line was formed, the boys taking hold of each other's hands. Dave was at one end of the line, and he approached Messmer with caution.
"Help me!" gasped Messmer. "Something is dragging me down!"
"Take hold of my hand," answered Dave. "Hold tight!"
Messmer did as requested, and then Dave gave the other boys the signal to haul away.
"But be careful," he added. "Otherwise the line may break, and some more of us will go in the hole."
The students hauled steadily and cautiously, and slowly but surely Messmer came out of the snowy hole. As his feet came into view it was seen that a pair of hands were clasped around one of his ankles.
"Tom Hally is there!" shouted Dave. "Be extra careful, or he may slip back!"
He had hardly spoken when Messmer's foot came up with a jerk. The unfortunate boy below
