“Help! Help!” cried Noddy, waving his hands at the boys in the motor boat.
“We’re coming!” shouted Ned. “Keep cool!”
“Wow! Steady! We’ll save you—don’t jump—it’s all right—not as bad as it might be—hold fast!” excitedly cried Andy Rush.
“Keep still!” ordered Jerry. “You’ll have him jumping overboard next, Andy.”
“All right,” agreed the little lad, sitting down on the cushions, and holding to the rail to keep his nerves in control.
The motor boat was now well down the flooded river, and aided by the current and her engine, was rapidly approaching the floating boathouse. The latter structure was whirling about, careening from side to side, now on one edge of the stream, and now on the other.
“It’ll soon be in the rapids,” spoke Ned in a low voice.
“We’ll get there before that,” said Jerry confidently.
“How you going to get him off?” asked Bob. “Run along side and have him jump, or make fast?”