“Maybe you can call to them?”
“I’ll try.”
Dave yelled at the top of his voice, not once but several times. Presently an answering hail arose 242 from a distance, and then Ben came running up, followed by Jerry.
“Dave! Buster! Are you safe?”
“Yes,” answered both.
“Oh, I am so glad! We were afraid you were both drowned! How did it happen?”
The two told their story, and then the others told how they had thrown out the rope and had seen Dave disappear in the darkness after Buster.
“I would have jumped in, too, but I didn’t see how I could do any good,” went on Ben. “Jerry said we had better come ashore and look for you down here. So we did that. My! but it’s a fearful flood, isn’t it!”
“Yes. I wish we knew where Phil was,” and Dave heaved a deep sigh. Had their chum lost his life in that rapidly-rising river?
“Ain’t no ust to stay here—gitting wetter an’ wetter,” said the camp-worker, after a pause. “Besides, if that flood gits wuss it is bound to come up here. We better git further back—up the hill.”