“I think I’ll go in, too,” observed Jerry. “We are in no hurry. Will you come along, professor?”
“No; I’ll watch you,” said the naturalist. He sat down on the bank while Jerry and Chunky prepared for a dip.
They splashed around in the water near shore and had a good bath. Bob was swimming a little farther out than was Jerry.
“Better stay near shore,” cautioned the professor. “No telling when some alligators may be along.”
At that instant Bob gave a cry. He struggled in the water and gave a spring into the air.
“Something has stung me!” he cried.
Then he sank back, limp and unconscious, beneath the waves.
“Hurry!” cried the professor. “Get him out, Jerry, or he’ll be drowned!”
But Jerry had hurried to the rescue even before the professor called. Reaching down under the water he picked up his companion’s body, and, placing it over his shoulder, waded to shore with it. Bob was as limp as a rag.
“Is he killed?” asked Ned.