“Come on—he’s right near, now—Oh, I hope we’re in time—run!”
That was all the answer Andy Rush gave, but it was sufficient, for a few seconds later they came in sight of the cause of his excitement.
A man was lying prone on the grass of the meadow near the edge of a small brook. He was stretched out at full length and one arm and hand seemed to be in a deep hole.
“Why, it’s Professor Snodgrass!” exclaimed Ned, as he recognized the scientist.
“I told you—that’s him—caught in a hole—help him out—send for a doctor!” spluttered Andy, dancing around first on one leg and then on the other.
“Be quiet; can’t you?” pleaded Jerry.
“Sure I can. But I saw him—I ran for help—I knew something was the matter—he called to me as I was passing through the field—he’s going to die, I guess!”
“Oh, guess again!” cried Ned, for Andy’s excitable nature was getting on the nerves of them all.
Jerry ran to where Professor Snodgrass was lying face down in the grass. There was a look of mild wonder on the countenance of the scientist.