The boy looked up, still grasping the rope.
"That you, Dave?"
"Yes. That you, Dick? Where did you come from?"
"Yes, Dick Pray, and nobody else."
"Won't you come up?"
"Well, yes, I should like to, but the water is uneasy. Can't get out of my boat."
"Hold on; I will come down and help you." He stepped within the tower and reported, "Mr. Tolman, this fog has brought somebody."
"Don't wonder at it. Give him any help he needs."
"I want a short rope."
"There's one hanging on that nail."