"Yes!" cried Jed, as well as he could from shivering, for he was wet through, and very cold. "Hank Blair is there, and Jim Eaton!"
"Can you get 'em out?" asked Sammy. "Shall we run for help?"
"Time help gets here they'll be gone!" groaned Jed. "Oh, why didn't I see that crack?"
"Help! Help us out!" came faintly from the black water that could be seen through the opening of the ice.
Sammy and his chums, looking under the mast of the overturned ice-boat, saw two forms struggling in the water. Their hands clung to the edges of the ice, only to have it break off in their grasp. Then they would bob under again.
"We've got to save them!" cried Sammy.
"We can't!" moaned Bob. "Let's go for help!"
"Can you reach them?" asked Sammy of Jed, paying no attention to what Bob said.
"I could if I had a rope to throw to them. But I can't get a rope! Oh, what shall I do?"