"Come, be a man, Ripley!" "I'm freezing to death here," moaned Ripley, closing his eyes.
Somehow---he could never tell just how, afterwards, Dick managed to slip the rope under Fred's shoulders.

With infinite effort---for he had to keep them both afloat, the freshman double-knotted the rope.
"Come, now, you've got to help yourself across the ice, while Dave hauls on the line," urged Dick.
Fred made a motion as though to bestir himself but he did it so feebly that Prescott gave him a sharp pinch.
"Ouch!" flared Fred, now seeming to be wide awake.

"Prescott, you have the upper hand here.

Don't be a bully!" "I don't want to," spoke Dick, quietly, trying to keep his own teeth from rattling.

"But you've got to stir yourself, or else I must do it for you.