“I’ll save you yet, Minnie,” he returned, as he caught her around the waist. “Hold fast to me.”
“I—I can’t! I’m so co—cold!”
“I’ll hold you, then,” he went on. “Help! help! help!”
His cry rang out loud and clear across the frozen river. Fortunately, several had seen him turn from the race course, and watched where he had gone. These persons were now hurrying to the scene of the accident as fast as possible.
“It’s Harry Webb!”
“He’s trying to save Minnie Woodruff from drowning!”
“What a plucky boy to leave the race and go in after her!”
These and numerous other shouts went up. Then, as the little crowd drew closer, they speculated upon how they should aid the struggling pair.
“Somebody get a rope!”
“We want a board worse than anything! You can’t pull them out with a rope.”