“I’m certainly not going to make fast to that house,” replied Jerry. “It would pull us over the rocks, I’m afraid. I guess Noddy will have to jump, and swim for it. Then we can pick him up. Ned, stand ready with that life preserver, and see that it’s fast to the rope.”
“Aye, aye, sir!” answered Ned, seaman fashion.
He made ready the cork ring, with its accompanying line, and took his place in the bow, ready to cast it when Jerry should give the word for Noddy to jump. The lad on the boathouse platform was standing, and looking at the approaching motor craft, waving his hands frantically, and occasionally calling for help.
“Why doesn’t he keep still?” spoke Jerry. “We’re coming as fast as we can.”
“Better not go much nearer,” advised Ned. “I can hear the roar of the rapids. They’re just around that turn.”
“I’m going to tell him to jump now,” said Jerry. “He’s a pretty good swimmer, and he can keep afloat until we can pick him up. Get ready with that ring, Ned.”
“All ready!”
Jerry stood up, and, bracing one knee against the wheel, to aid his hands in holding it steady, he shouted:
“Jump, Noddy! Jump! We’ll pick you up! Jump!”
“I—I’m afraid to,” whimpered the bully.