The Motor Boys on the Wing: or, Seeking the Airship Treasure. Young Clarence

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СКАЧАТЬ at me!” gasped Noddy in dismay, as he glanced down at his legs. “Look at me – Oh! – Oh! It’s – it’s – awful!”

      “Better look for a clean puddle of water and roll in it,” advised Ned, trying not to smile.

      “If you had a lot of newspapers you could wipe some of it off,” added Bob.

      “Or some rags from your auto,” put in Jerry. This mention of the car recalled to Noddy the plight of his machine. He looked over to where it was firmly imbedded in the slough, and said:

      “Will you help me get it out, fellows?”

      “It’s in pretty deep,” observed Jerry, going closer and taking a critical observation.

      “We’ll have to get some wide boards and put them under the wheels,” was Ned’s opinion.

      “Maybe we could pull it out with our car, if we had a long rope,” suggested Bob.

      “That’s the very thing!” exclaimed Jerry. “I guess we can pull it out, Noddy – but next time, don’t go so fast – especially around a curve.”

      “I’ll not,” promised the miserable bully.

      “And don’t steer out of your way to splash mud on people from whom you may want help afterward,” suggested Ned significantly.

      “I – I won’t,” declared Noddy. “Oh, fellows if you’ll only pull my car out for me I’ll pay you well. My father said if I had any more accidents I couldn’t run it again this summer. I’ll do anything you say if you’ll pull it out.”

      “We don’t want any of your money,” half growled Jerry. “There’s one thing about it though, you’ve got to wade in there yourself to attach the rope; that is if we can get one.”

      “I’ve got a long rope in the car!” exclaimed Noddy eagerly. “I always carry one, for I was stuck in the sand once. I’ll go in and get it, and fasten it to my car. Then I’ll bring the end out here, and you can attach it to your machine.”

      “Yes, I guess you’d better do the wading,” said Ned, for to get to Noddy’s stalled car it would be necessary for some one to go in the muck up to his knees, and none of our heroes relished this. “You can’t be much muddier than you are Noddy,” finished the merchant’s son.

      “I’ll do it,” promised the bully eagerly, and having gotten rid of some of the muck on his face and hands he stepped into the miniature swamp, and was soon attaching the rope to the rear of his car. Then he brought the free end out to firm ground where Jerry received it. Then, having turned his auto around, the tall lad made the cable fast to the rear of his machine.

      “Come on now, fellows, get in our car to hold it down when the strain comes,” suggested Bob to his chums.

      “All ready?” asked Ned of Noddy, a little later.

      “Yes,” was the faltering answer.

      Jerry threw in the gear, and let the clutch slip into place. The car of our heroes went forward a little way, and then began the strain on the rope. The strands straightened out, there was a creaking sound, but Noddy’s auto did not budge.

      “Try more power, Jerry,” suggested Ned.

      The tall lad turned on all the gasolene he dared. The rear wheels of his auto spun uselessly around in the wet dirt of the highway.

      “Wow! Stop!” cried Bob. “You’ll rip off our tires.”

      “I guess we can’t stir you, Noddy,” called Jerry, as he shut off the power.

      “Oh, try! Try once more!” begged the bully.

      Jerry did not relish his task much, but he did try. Once more the rope became taut. There was a great strain on it. Once more the wheels of the pulling auto spun around. Still Jerry kept the power on.

      Noddy’s car quivered in the mud that held it fast. It moved not an inch, however.

      “Go on! Go on!” yelled the bully encouragingly.

      “You’ll ruin our tires!” cried Ned.

      Jerry, with a grim look on his face turned on the least bit more gasolene. Then, with a crack like that of a revolver the rope snapped, and one end of it flew dangerously close over the heads of our heroes in their car. For when a rope on which there is a great strain breaks suddenly, it is a dangerous missile.

      “Look out!” yelled Ned, as he saw the end of the cable hurling toward himself and his chums. They ducked just in time. The other end flopped down in the mud behind Noddy’s car.

      The bully looked disconsolate.

      “Have to try it again, I guess,” he suggested.

      “Not much!” declared Jerry decisively.

      “Wha – what?” gasped Noddy.

      “No more tries for us,” went on the tall lad. “You’ve stuck too fast for us to pull you out, Noddy. What you need is some pulleys and a derrick. We can’t risk breaking our car, and ripping off the tires. You’ll have to stay there until you can get some one else to pull you out.”

      Jerry detached the broken rope from his car, and got in again.

      “You – you aren’t going away and leave me; are you?” faltered Noddy.

      “You guessed it,” declared Bob.

      “Oh, please pull me out!” pleaded the bully.

      “We can’t,” spoke Jerry, not unkindly. “It’s impossible, Noddy. That mud has too firm a hold on your wheels. The best we can do is to stop at the nearest garage and tell them about you.”

      The bully begged and pleaded by turns, and offered the boys a large sum of money; but though our heroes would have helped him, in spite of his former meanness, it was out of the question. They could not afford to damage their own car, and risk getting hurt by a breaking rope.

      “Sorry to leave you, but we must,” called Jerry, as he sent the auto slowly ahead. They turned toward Cresville, leaving Noddy standing on the brink of the muck-hole, gazing disconsolately at his stalled auto, while the mud and water dripped from him at several points, and formed little puddles at his feet.

      CHAPTER V

      A SIGHT OF THE BIPLANE

      “Say, things haven’t done a thing but happen to us today,” remarked Bob, when they were nearing the broad, smooth highway that led directly into Cresville.

      “That’s right,” agreed Ned. “Meeting those two queer men, having them nearly take our heads off because we looked at their aeroplane, and then this mix-up with Noddy.”

      “Noddy got his all right,” observed Jerry grimly. “I don’t believe, even if we’d caught him, and given him a well-deserved licking, that he’d be any worse off.”

      “It was retributive justice with a vengeance,” was Ned’s further opinion. “But, speaking of queer happenings, what do you make of Brown and Black?”

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