"Thank God, somebody has heard my cry!" murmured the man, gratefully. "You must be quick; I am sinking rapidly," he continued aloud.
"Have you anything in the shape of a rope with you?" asked Paul of Chet.
"I have not."
This was a sad predicament, as the man was all of three yards from solid ground. How to get to him was a question. But it was solved by Chet, as he brought a bit of stout cord from his pocket.
"Tie the two stocks of the guns together," he said. "This way; let me show you."
He held the two stocks side by side, so that they overlapped each other about eight or ten inches. The cord was hastily wound about them and tied, and it was Chet who thrust one of the gun barrels toward the sinking man, while he firmly grasped the other.
"Catch hold," he said. "Paul, help me land him."
