[CHAPTER XV]
BOMBARDED WITH ROCKETS
“Grab his legs!” cried Jerry. “I’ll take one, and you the other, Ned! Bob, you stand by to help! He’s almost overboard!”
“Hadn’t you better slow up the engine?” asked Ned.
“No, we’ve only got headway enough on now to keep us afloat! No time to slow up!”
“Then go down!” advised Bob. “He won’t fall so far.”
“No, we’ve got to pull him back right away!” declared the tall lad. “Come on now. He must have fainted, and has very nearly fallen off. Grab his legs! Quick!”
Cautiously the three lads advanced toward the edge of the platform, over which the professor’s head and shoulders were hanging.
Jerry made a grab for the left leg, Ned for the right, while the stout lad stood ready to lend whatever assistance might be needed.