But Andy had given himself too much impetus. He threw himself not only down on the dock, but over the edge of the stringpiece as well, and, an instant later, clothes and all, he disappeared beneath the surface of the river. The fish, too, had vanished.
Then, if possible, the excitement increased, only Andy was not present to add his shouts to the din. He was under water and could not yell.
“Man overboard!”
“Throw him a line!”
“Get your boat ready, fellows!”
Thus cried those in the crowd as they peered anxiously over the edge of the dock.
But there was really little danger. Andy was a good swimmer, the water near the dock, while rather deep, had no current, and the boy had on light summer clothes. In a moment he rose, gasping, to the surface.
“Let me take your net, Professor!” exclaimed Jerry to the little scientist.
It is doubtful if Professor Snodgrass really realized who Jerry was, well enough as he knew the lad and his chums. But the scientist’s mind was on the fish.