"Then he——"
"Tried to jump across."
"Failed?"
"Yes; slipped."
"Fell in the drink, eh?"
"Struck on the edge over there. Dropped back limp as a rag. Never made a sound."
"Stunned?"
"I think so."
"Great Scott! Perhaps he’ll drown!"
Glennon was on his knees peering down through the opening.