It was done, and Frank started up, gasping.
"Here—here!" exclaimed a man on the bank; "give him a pull at this. It will fix him all right."
He stooped down and held out a flask.
"What is it?" asked Frank.
"It's the best brandy money can buy," was the answer.
It was passed to Frank, but he pushed it away, shaking his head.
"I never touch liquor," he declared. "I do not want it."
"But it will not hurt you now—it will do you good," declared the man who owned the flask.
"I can get along without it."