“I—I can’t swim,” murmured the white-faced Shambler, as he kept on down the river. “I—I’ll get a doctor.”
[CHAPTER VIII]
TOM KEEPS SILENT
“Who is it? Who fell in?” gasped Phil, as he gained a place at Tom’s side.
“I don’t know,” was the strained answer, as Tom gazed eagerly ahead to make out the figures of the two girls, who, clinging together, stood near the hole through which their companions had disappeared.
“Can’t you see who they are?” went on Phil, half piteously, appealing to his chums. “Is—is——”
They knew what he meant, though he did not finish the sentence.
“It can’t be Ruth,” said Tom softly. “Ruth is standing there—with Madge Tyler.”
Yet, even as he spoke, he knew that it was not so. For the two girls on the ice, frantically turning to note the progress of the rescuing lads, disclosed their faces to the hurrying quartette, and it was seen that they were Mabel Harrison and Helen Newton.