"The Waterside Hall rowing shell just passed here and it upset!" exclaimed Jack. "It hit an old skiff that was moored at our boathouse, but it must have got adrift. Come down this way and you can see 'em better. They're all in the water, but they can swim like fishes, so there's no danger."
"Gee! But they went over suddenly!" said Andy. "All in the water at once. There they are!"
Frank peered through a fringe of bushes and saw nine forms struggling in the river about a long, slender racing shell. As he looked one of the rowers threw up his hands, uttered a cry, and sank from sight.
CHAPTER VII
TO THE RESCUE
"Look! Look!" cried Andy.
"He's drowning!" yelled another of the excited lads on the bank.
"Must have been taken with a cramp!" exclaimed Jack.
"And the others are either too much occupied in saving themselves, or they don't know he's gone down!" added Frank. While he was speaking he was rapidly divesting himself of his shoes and his heavier articles of clothing.
"Where are you going?" demanded Andy.