Janet pulled. But whatever it was on the end of her line under water, also pulled. Janet leaned over in her excitement. Her line was given a sudden jerk and, the next moment, into the water fell poor Janet with a great splash!
“Oh! Oh!” cried Trouble, and he began to sob.
Teddy acted quickly. Dropping his pole, he leaped in after his sister and raised her up from the water. Though the brook was deeper here than at any other point, it was not more than up to the waist of the Curlytops, and Janet was soon out of danger.
She and Ted stood up, dripping wet, and gasping for breath, but not otherwise harmed.
“Oh! Oh, is you drowned?” cried Trouble, from the bank.
“N-n-no! I—I’m all right!” gasped Janet. “Don’t cry, Trouble!”
“And don’t you fall in!” added Ted, with a laugh. “Two is enough in one day. Say, we’re soaked!” he cried in dismay, for he had gone in deeper than he had supposed, and so had Janet.
“Well, it’s a nice hot day and we’ll soon dry,” remarked his sister, as they waded to the bank. “It’s like going in bathing at the seashore,” she added.
“Say, we’ll have fun down there all right!” Teddy said. “Oh, but look at your pole!” he cried. “The fish is still on the hook and it’s taking your pole away! I’ll get it!”
Making sure that Janet was all right, Ted let go of her and made a dive for the pole.