He heard Browning call near at hand, and now he made a mighty effort and answered:
"Here! Quick! Help!"
The big Yale man came rushing to the track, followed by Hodge, just as the car loaded with granite came into view.
Instantly Bruce realized the peril of the lad who was bound to the rails, and he saw there was no time to cut the ropes and set Frank free.
With a hoarse shout he leaped forward, catching up a stout stick of timber in an instant. One end of the timber he thrust under the rails of the track, and then he lifted on the other end with all his wonderful strength.
The track was old, the ties were rotten, and the spikes gave way. The rail was pried aside in a moment. Then Bruce went at the other and tore that up.
The car was upon him. He made a great leap backward and got off the track barely in time.
Then, an instant later, the car, loaded with granite, left the rails and shot down the bank, spilling the slabs of rock and plunged with a splash into the water, disappearing from view.
Frank was saved!