“Jerry! Ned! Bob!” he gasped. “Come quick—he’s out there—stuck fast—can’t get loose—squirming around—down in a hole—sea-serpent I guess—almost dead—Oh, it’s awful—poor man—get a doctor—send for an ambulance—have a trained nurse—come on, everybody! Don’t wait a minute! He’ll disappear under ground! Come quick! Hurry! Run! Run! Come on!”
“Well, for the love of cats, Andy Rush, what in the name of the sacred cow is the matter now?” cried Jerry, as he surveyed the excitable lad who had burst in on them.
“Come on! Come on, quick!” was all the reply Andy made and he turned and hastened from the barn, followed by Ned, Bob and the others.
[CHAPTER XI]
ON THE WATER
Hastening as rapidly as they could after the excitable lad, our three heroes, with Mr. Glassford and his men turned the corner of the barn, and were soon in the fields back of Jerry’s house.
“Where are you taking us, Andy?” cried Ned.
“Yes, what’s the trouble, anyhow?” demanded Jerry.
“Let—up—I’m—winded!” panted the fat Bob.