CHAPTER XVI
FRANK MAKES PANCAKES
“Fellows, he’s fallen in a quicksand!” yelled Bart. “Come on, help him out!”
“Look out we don’t get in it ourselves,” cautioned Frank, but it was from no desire to shirk any danger in rescuing his chum that he was thus thoughtful. Rather he wanted to be on the safe side. “Go ahead, Bart and Ned. I’ll get some tree branches, in case you can’t reach him,” he added.
Ned and Bart started on a run toward their unfortunate chum. Poor Fenn was engulfed almost to his shoulders, and was struggling ineffectually to get out.
“Don’t worry, we’ll save you!” called Bart encouragingly. “Hold on, Stumpy.”
“That’s the trouble—there’s nothing to hold on to,” panted Fenn.
“Is the water hot?” asked Ned.
“No, only warm; but I’m in as much mud as I am water. Give me a hand, and pull me out.”