The Motor Boys on the Wing

happened to h

to; isn't it?"

ut Noddy isn't in it-that is unless he was knoc

as the three lads alighted, peering anxiously toward the stalled machine

that?" c

like-him!" d

Oh I'm-I'm stuck!" excl

mud and water, off to the left of the Nixon car, which was in the slough over the hubs. The sight that met

that he had been flung in head first, and had, after a struggle righted himself. He was covered, streaked, spotted and speckled with

out speaking, then Jerry uttered an expre

do you thi

is all in," wa

proper," m

o appeal for help to the three boys whom he had, many times

ed. "See if you can't help

d Jerry for want of somethi

wipe some of the mud from his face with a still muddier hand. "

ery good place to land i

't have time,"

oing to help me o

"Why can't you wade over to solid ground? Then we'll h

erytime I try to take a step I go in deeper. I need a board or a fence rail, or-or something

you did us some mean turns," spoke Ned. "How

rry I d

time you get the chance you'd do

d Noddy, and he was in earnes

u in this plight without doing something," went on Jerry. "Try once m

to free himself, the deeper he sank, and he was evident

much disgusted by the cowardice of the bully. "Come on, fe

oes, but there was no help for it. Presently Noddy was able to bear part of his weight on the rails, and then, by a vigorous effort, he managed to pull

y, as he glanced down at his legs.

e of water and roll in it," ad

spapers you could wipe s

the car recalled to Noddy the plight of his machine. He looke

p me get it o

ved Jerry, going closer and

boards and put them under t

t with our car, if we had

guess we can pull it out, Noddy-but next time

romised the m

h mud on people from whom you may want he

r me I'll pay you well. My father said if I had any more accidents I couldn

ere's one thing about it though, you've got to wade in the

e, for I was stuck in the sand once. I'll go in and get it, and fasten it to m

would be necessary for some one to go in the muck up to his knees, and none of our heroes

he miniature swamp, and was soon attaching the rope to the rear of his car. Then he brought the free end out to firm ground

ar to hold it down when the strain

ed Ned of Noddy,

the falte

oes went forward a little way, and then began the strain on the rope. The stran

er, Jerry," s

dared. The rear wheels of his auto spun use

d Bob. "You'll ri

u, Noddy," called Jerry,

once more!" be

rope became taut. There was a great strain on it. Once more the wh

mud that held it fast. It

yelled the bul

n our tires

of a revolver the rope snapped, and one end of it flew dangerously close over the heads of our heroes in

ling toward himself and his chums. They ducked just in tim

looked dis

again, I guess

declared Jer

t?" gasp

Noddy. What you need is some pulleys and a derrick. We can't risk breaking our car, and rippi

roken rope from his

away and leave me; are

ed it," de

ll me out!" pl

. That mud has too firm a hold on your wheels. The best we can

our heroes would have helped him, in spite of his former meanness, it was out of the questi

Cresville, leaving Noddy standing on the brink of the muck-hole, gazing disconsolately at his stalled