as he took in the situation. "Maybe you can crawl out."
Tom did as urged, and like a snake he attempted to crawl from his position of peril. But when he was only halfway he got stuck.
"I—I can't make it!" he panted, trying to worm along. "I—I'm too big."
"Can you go back—I see a door behind you," said Dick.
Tom went back, and as he did this Dick ran out of the engine room and to one of the coal bunkers. Here was the door the eldest Rover had seen. It was closed and barred and somewhat rusty, and he had to exert all his strength to make it budge.
"Quick! quick!" came faintly from Tom. "I can't stand this much longer!"
"This way out, Tom!" called Dick, as the door at last flew open. In the cloud of steam that rushed into the coal bunker Dick saw his brother faintly, and caught him by the arm and pulled him forward. In a moment more both were safe.
"Sam, are you all right?" yelled Dick, rushing again to the engine-room door proper.
"Whe—where's Tom?"
"Safe."
"Oh! then I'll come out," and Sam staggered into the fresh air.
