“If you had a lot of newspapers you could wipe some of it off,” added Bob.
“Or some rags from your auto,” put in Jerry. This mention of the car recalled to Noddy the plight of his machine. He looked over to where it was firmly imbedded in the slough, and said:
“Will you help me get it out, fellows?”
“It’s in pretty deep,” observed Jerry, going closer and taking a critical observation.
“We’ll have to get some wide boards and put them under the wheels,” was Ned’s opinion.
“Maybe we could pull it out with our car, if we had a long rope,” suggested Bob.
“That’s the very thing!” exclaimed Jerry. “I guess we can pull it out, Noddy—but next time, don’t go so fast—especially around a curve.”
“I’ll not,” promised the miserable bully.
“And don’t steer out of your way to splash mud on people from whom you may want help afterward,” suggested Ned significantly.
“I—I won’t,” declared Noddy. “Oh, fellows if you’ll only pull my car out for me I’ll pay you well. My father said if I had any more accidents I couldn’t run it again this summer. I’ll do anything you say if you’ll pull it out.”