“Some one’s in the house!” was the shout. “He’ll be drowned!”
“It’s a man!” yelled Andy.
“It’s Noddy himself!” cried Bob.
The figure on the narrow platform in front of the floating boathouse could now be plainly seen. It was that of Noddy, as Bob had said, and the bully who had been endeavoring, by means of a long pole, to push his house toward shore, now threw up his hands, and cried for help.
“It’s time he did that before,” commented Ned. “The current’s got him now, and he’ll never get that house to land.”
“Where was he all this while?” asked Bob. “I didn’t notice him at first.”
“Guess he must have been on the other side, out of sight,” spoke Jerry.
Noddy was now frantically rushing up and down, calling at the top of his voice:
“Help! Help!”
“Say!” suddenly cried Ned. “The rapids! He’ll be down in them soon, and they’re dangerous with the water as high as it is now! That house will be knocked to pieces!”