“And we can’t get down, then?”

“We’ll find a way, Master Walter.  I thought I should be able to make a rope ladder that would work, but I see it is not practicable.”

“How shall we do it?”

“Try the old way, I guess, Master Tad.”

“What’s that?”

“The tree.”

“But there are no trees near here?”

“Yes, there are, a few rods back.  We are all strong and I guess we shall be able to make a pretty fair pair of steps.”

Kris Kringle had brought an axe with him.  With this he cut some long, straight poles which, he explained, were intended for pike poles such as woodsmen use to roll logs.  This done, he began industriously chopping at the tree after deciding upon the exact position in which he desired it to fall.

“It won’t reach,” declared Chunky, who, with hands in pockets, legs spread wide apart, stood looking up at the flaring top of the great tree.

The guide stopped chopping long enough to squint at the fat boy.

“It’ll reach you all right, if you stay where you are,” he said, then resumed his vigorous blows.

Stacy promptly took the hint and moved a safe distance away.

“Get from under!” shouted the guide finally.  One more blow would send the tree crashing downward.

All hands scrambled for safety.  One powerful blow from the axe, and with a crashing and rending, the great tree began its descent.  When it struck the onlookers fully expected to see it broken into many pieces, but the bushy top, hitting the rocks first, broke the blow, and the body of the tree settled down gently without even breaking its bark.

“Fine!  Hurrah!” shouted the boys.

“It won’t reach to the edge.  Going to pull it over?” questioned Stacy.

“Not exactly, but we’re going to get it there.  Perhaps we shall not have it in place in time to explore the caves to-night, but we shall be ready to do so early in the morning.  It took our friends longer to do this job, two hundred years or more ago, than it will take us.  We have better tools to work with.”

“And better bosses,” suggested Stacy.

Some little time was consumed in chopping the tree loose from its stump, after which the guide worked the pike poles under the trunk at intervals near the base.  The others watched these operations with interest.

“Now here is where you young gentlemen will have a chance to show how strong you are.  Each one grab a pike pole,” Kringle directed.

“Shan’t I go hold the top down?” asked Stacy.

“You just grab a pike pole and get busy!” laughed Mr. Kringle.

“Can’t get out of work quite so easy as you thought,” scoffed Ned.  “This is where we make you earn your supper.”

“I don’t have to earn it.  Had it already.”

“There are other meals coming,” smiled the Professor.

“Now, heo—­ he!”

All raised on the pike poles at the same time with the result that the tree was forced down the gentle incline several feet.  This was repeated again and again, the boys pausing to cheer after every lift.