DICK & CO.

SHOW SOME TEAM WORK So suddenly and heavily did he break through the thin ice that Dick went underneath the surface.
"Help!" roared Fred, in a frenzy, as he came to the surface.
The skates on his feet clogged all his movements, and acted like lead.
"There's Ripley, but where's Prescott ?" shouted several.
"A-a-ah!" That last cry went up as a sound of relief, when Prescott's brown-haired pate, hatless, bobbed up close to where he had gone down.
"Good boy, Prescott!" "Go in and get Ripley." "Save yourself, anyway! Don't be over-foolish!" A dozen more cries went up from cove and shore.
Yet it is doubtful if Prescott heard any of them.
In the first instant that his eyes came above the level of the water, Dick took in the details of Ripley's whereabouts.
Dick had to calculate at lightning speed.
"O Prescott," gasped Fred, when he saw his would-be rescuer, "can't you break the ice between us?
I can't keep up much longer." "Get hold of the edge of the ice, Ripley," called Dick.

"Just rest lightly on it.

Don't try to make it bear your weight---it won't! It'll help hold you up, though, if you keep cool." "Cool ?" groaned Fred.

"I'm freezing.