looked over his shoulder, toward his father and the others, and cried:
"Oh, get me out. Daddy! Get me out!"
The cries of the children, and the call of Mr. Bobbsey, had drawn a crowd around the turtle pool, and among the throng were some of the attendants on duty in the Aquarium. "What's the matter?" asked one, elbowing his way through the crowd to the side of Mr. Bobbsey, who was trying to climb over the rail to go to the rescue of his little boy.
"Freddie fell in," explained Bert "He's on the back of the big turtle!"
"Good land!" cried the man. "What will happen here next? Come back, sir," he went on to Mr. Bobbsey, "I'll get him out for you."
"Then please be quick. He may fall off and the turtle may bite him or drown him," said Freddie's father.
"Well, the turtle could give him a bad bite," returned the Aquarium man. "But if he holds on a little longer I'll get your boy."
The man jumped up on the ledge of the pool and made his way to the piece of wood that held up the heavy wire screen which divided
