“And you said houses were being carried down,” added Ned.
“Well, there’s one house washed away, anyhow,” declared the small, excitable chap, as if to justify himself.
“That’s so!” cried Bob, “and it’s Noddy Nixon’s boathouse. It’s been washed away, and it’s going right down the river.”
“It didn’t take much to wash it away,” said Jerry. “It was built too far out in the water, anyhow, and the piles it stood on weren’t much bigger than clothes poles. I always thought it would wash away if the water got high, and now it has.”
Noddy Nixon had recently built a new boathouse on a piece of land near the river. It was just below the mill dam, and, naturally, when the rush of waters came, the structure was carried away, for it was not securely built. It was now floating down the stream, careening from side to side in the rushing waters.
“Somebody ought to save that boathouse!” cried Andy.
“Let Noddy do it then,” answered Jerry. “It isn’t worth an awful lot, and it will be worth less when this flood gets through with it.”
“Look!” suddenly exclaimed Ned. “Some one is in the boathouse!”
He pointed toward it, and, at the same time a cry arose from the crowds on either bank.