hardy boys fan fiction

RAGING WATER RESCUE
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CQB & AAR-BEAR

Chapter 3

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

Frank Hardy groaned softly as he opened his eyes.  He felt like he’d been hit by a truck.  Every part of his body was sore.  

He moved his head slightly and was surprised to see he wasn’t surrounded by the raging, muddy water of Dutchman Run.  

He tried to sit up, but fell back.  ‘Too tired and weak,’ he decided.  

“Prob’ly best if you take it easy, youngster,” a cheery voice addressed him. 

Frank turned to see a large, dark-skinned woman sitting near the bed.  “Who are you and where am I?” Frank asked.  

“I’m Grace Curtis and my boys pulled you outta the ‘Little Dutchman Creek’ half drowned,” the woman smiled.  

“Oh God! Callie!” Frank felt panic rising in his chest.  “My girlfriend, she fell in too!”  Frank forced himself to sit up.  

“Please, we need to look for her!” Frank begged.  

“My boys are still out scanning the creek,” Grace assured him, gently pushing him back onto the pillow. “If anyone else is out there, George and James will find them.”  

* * *

Joe Hardy took a few deep breaths, trying to rein his emotions.  Shivering, he staggered to his feet.  He glanced down the river of water and saw the last remnants of the bridge disappear from view.  

Sighing, Joe resigned himself to the fact that it would be futile to go further down the valley to look for Frank.  If his brother had survived, he would have been at the bridge.  

Wiping impatiently at the tears that rolled silently down his cheeks, he turned to face up stream and began walking, hoping he’d find a way to get back across and onto the trail.  

* * *

By the time Callie and Vanessa reached the rented log cabin, they were exhausted.  They staggered through the door, practically falling on the polished wood floor.  

“What in the world happened?” Fenton Hardy asked, racing up to the two young women with his wife close behind.  

“Where are my boys?” Laura questioned, already feeling a sense of dread settling in her heart.

As Fenton helped them to the sofa, Vanessa told the story. Fenton and Laura sat stunned as the lithe blond finished.  

Fenton quickly buried his emotions and stood before the distraught women.   “Laura,” he spoke gently, “Frank is a strong swimmer and you know Joe will search thoroughly until he finds him.”  The petite blond woman nodded, but didn’t trust her voice to speak.  

Fenton picked up his cell phone and began making phone calls.  At the same time, he silently prayed that Joe had already found Frank and was heading back to the cabin.  

* * *

“Well, there was nobody else in the creek,” James Curtis commented as he peered out over the raging waters of Dutchman Run.  

“The guy must’a been alone,” George surmised. “Or, if there was anybody else, they might’a got carried all the way down the Dutchman.”  

The two boys had hiked along the ‘Little Dutchman Creek’ to where it met the larger ‘Dutchman Run’, watching for any other stranded flood victims.  

“Let’s get back home and see if that guy’s awake yet,” suggested James.  George agreed and the pair turned to begin the trek back to their house.  

“Hey, wait!”  

George and James both stopped suddenly hearing a distant voice.  They looked up stream, then down.  A couple hundred yards away, a guy with blond hair was trying to run toward them. George waved his arm above his head to let the young man know he had been seen.  

Joe Hardy felt such relief at seeing the two teenagers up ahead, he pushed his body to the limits, closing the distance between them as fast as he could.  

When he reached the ‘Little Dutchman Creek’, he stopped and fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath.  

“Are you hurt?” George called across the water.  Joe shook his head, but was so worn out, he could hardly lift his head.  

George studied the blond youth carefully.  He might not be seriously hurt, but he wasn’t up to another long hike.  He’d hoped to have the guy hike down to the wide part of the creek, near their boat, but after seeing how totally fatigued the young man was, that plan was out of the question.  

“We need to get you across this creek,” George shouted.  Joe looked up and saw the dark-skinned teenagers checking the small trees around them. Joe understood what they were doing and he got to his feet and began checking trees on his side.  

Joe noticed a tree a few feet away, almost completely uprooted by the flood waters.  “Hey,” Joe called, getting the boys’ attention.  “This one might work!”  

James and George gave each other a quick smile as they moved opposite of Joe’s tree.  James pulled a stout rope off his shoulder.  He was glad they’d brought it along, figuring they might need it to pull someone from the water.  

“Tie this to the tree!” James called to Joe.  Joe grabbed the rope as he watched the two boys on the other shore tie their end to a sapling.  

When James and George turned back to Joe, they were surprised to see him trying the rope to his waist instead of the uprooted tree.  

George was about to say something, when Joe began climbing up the tree.  George grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled him several feet away, realizing what was about to happen.  

As Joe reached the middle of the tree he untied the rope. Then he began pushing with all the strength he could muster.  In minutes the tree began to fall toward the creek and the other shore.  

As it fell, Joe grabbed the rope with both hands pulling it tight, now straddling the trunk with his legs.  By pulling the rope, he slowed the fall and rode the tree down.   

As soon as the branches were brushing the ground, Joe let go of the rope and jumped off to the side, rolling to a stop just a few feet from the other two boys.  

“You are some kind of crazy guy!” James said, grinning at Joe.  He extended his hand and helped the younger Hardy to his feet.  Introductions were made and the three teenagers headed for the Curtis home.  

Along the way, the Curtis brothers told Joe why they were out along the creek.  When they mentioned the dark-haired guy with a yellow rain poncho, Joe could hardly contain himself – Frank was alive! 

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