Thad glanced back, and immediately exclaimed: "He's fallen in, Hugh! We've got to hurry, you know!" "Here's one of the paddles; do you see anything of the other ?" demanded Hugh.
Luckily Thad discovered it immediately.

The "paddles" were crude affairs chopped out of boards by some of the boys who used the boat while swimming; but all the same they answered a purpose.
With a rush the old boat was pushed down the sloping sandy shore and into the mill-pond.

Hugh and Thad sprang aboard and each snatching up a paddle, they commenced to urge the unwieldy craft along as best they might.
As they worked, they could see what was going on ahead of them.

The little chap evidently had considerable pluck about him, for he was making a really gallant fight for his life, trying to cling to the board, which was wobbling about in the water at a great rate.

Twice his frantic hold seemed lost, but on each occasion he managed to regain it.