"Let's go to the steamer and get one," proposed Miss Dixon.

"It would be too late," declared Alice. Then, as she looked about the
little clearing where the accident had taken place she saw, dangling from
a tree, a long vine of some creeping plant. There were several stems
twined together.

"There's our rope!" she cried. "That vine!"

"Oh, Alice! How splendid!" exclaimed her sister. "You think of
everything!"

"Well, let's stop thinking, and work!" suggested the younger girl. "They
need all the help they can get to pull Mr. Bunn out of that bog."

Together the girls managed to get off a long piece of the stout vine,
which made a most excellent substitute for a rope.

"I suppose if I had thought of this first we needn't have cut our
skirts," said Alice.

"I'm not sorry we didn't," was her sister's reply.

"Nor am I!"

"Catch this, Mr. Bunn!" called Alice, as with the vine rope she went as
near the bog hole as was safe.

"Good idea! Great!" cried Mr. Pertell. "You moving picture girls are as
good as men!"