“Pull him in!” yelled Bert.
Jack was working frantically. The big fish leaped and plunged. Suddenly Jack leaned over a bit too far, lost his balance, and a moment later he was floundering in the lake.
[CHAPTER VII]
A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
“Help! Get a boat! Help me out! Blub! Splub! Come on!” stammered and yelled Jack, as he went down under the water, and came up again, somewhat entangled in his fishing tackle.
“Don’t let the fish get away!” cried Tom.
“Grab him by the tail!” advised Dick.
“Hold him, no matter if you do get wet,” was Bert’s contribution. “You’ve had all the luck!”
“Luck! Luck!” retorted Jack. “If you call it luck to fall in the lake I——”