Her voice had risen to a shriek.
Something touched her foot—a hand!
She dropped to her knees and seized it in both hers. He was hanging in mid air, the river lashing hungrily at his feet as his body swayed in the gale.
Afterward he assured her it had been a matter of less than ten seconds. To Rosalind it seemed an eternity. Some of it she achieved herself, although she had no clear recollection as to how.
But he stood at last with the ledge under his feet.
And then, white-faced and laboring for breath, he grinned:
"Good work, pal!"
CHAPTER XXI
NEW LIGHTS ON SAM
For a little they stood upon the ledge, the storm beating into their faces. Rosalind scarcely sensed the pounding of the hail. She and the boatman had almost clasped hands with death, and the memory of it drove other thoughts from her mind.