“Say,” interrupted Lanny impatiently, “you don’t want those fellows to say that they got the better of us, do you? Get a move on, can’t you? Gee, I never saw such a slow-poke!”
At that moment Nan and Kid, having waited some time for the return of Bert and Lanny, appeared on the scene.
“Hello,” cried Kid, “what’s the fun, fellows?”
The matter was hurriedly explained, while Small frowned down from the open window rebelliously.
“What ho! A rescue!” cried Kid. “Let me go up and carry him down, will you, Lanny?”
Nan was visibly excited. “It’s perfectly lovely!” she declared. “Think how chagrined they will be when they come back and find—find the prey has escaped them! Oh, hurry, Small, hurry!”
“I don’t want to hurry,” growled Small. “I don’t intend to break my neck getting down that old thing.”
“But you’ve got to,” said Bert. “How are we going to rescue you if you don’t?”
“I don’t want to be rescued!”