As Dick's head emerged above the surface of the water he gave a quick gasp. Then another.
"Oh, the air seems good," he moaned. "I tried to keep from opening my mouth or breathing, but it nearly burst my lungs!"
"Are you all right now?" asked Darry, holding his chum up.
"If you'll help me to the bank I shall be, I think," answered
Prescott weakly.
"Why, what——-" began Dave anxiously.
"I was badly bruised by being pinned under the car," Dick admitted, in a still weaker voice.
"No bones broken, eh?" broke in Greg Holmes.
"I—-I think not," Dick answered.
"Don't keep him talking," ordered Dave sternly. "Put in your strength and help me lift good old Dick up into the road."
"I guess I can do that job better," interposed Simmons, who had let go of the car. "Let me have the boy."