"[...] "E-e-e-yow!" came up a faint reply. She saw the green top of the tree stir. Then a face-scratched and streaked with blood-appeared. "For the love of heaven!" called a thin voice. "Get somebody with a rope. I've got to have some help." "I have a rope right here. Pass it under your arms, and I'll swing you out of that tree-top," replied Helen, promptly. She jumped up and went to the pony. Her rope-she would no more think of traveling without it than would one of the Sunset punchers-was coiled[...]".