"Oh, Freddie's fallen in! Freddie's fallen in!" cried Nan, rushing forward.
"I'll pull him out!" cried the man grinding away at the crank of the camera.
"No, you stay there and get the moving picture," said Mr. Watson. "It will make a funny scene, and Freddie is in no danger. The water isn't deep! I'll get him out!"
"That's the second time Freddie's fallen in," said Bert, as he ran toward the brook.
"Help me out! Help me out!" sobbed Freddie, splashing about in the water.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CIRCUS
"There you are, my little man! Not hurt a bit! Up again! Out again!" and Mr. Weston picked little Freddie out of the brook, and set him on his feet. "All right, aren't you?" asked the moving picture man.
"Ye—yes, I—I guess so," stammered the "little fat fireman," as he looked down at his dripping knickerbockers. "But I—I'm terrible wet! I'm awful wet—ma—mamma!" he stammered.
"Never mind, Freddie," Mrs. Bobbsey answered with a smile. "You'll dry."