"I'm going to try it," insisted the Pony Rider.
"You most certainly are not."
"But there is little danger. Don't you see I should be floating down with the current. Almost before I knew it I should be on the other side of the horseshoe there. Besides you would have hold of the rope."
"Rope?" demanded Dad.
"Yes, of course."
"Where are you going to get ropes? They're all up there on the mountainside."
"We still have our lassoes."
"Explain. I don't understand," urged Professor Zepplin.
"It is my plan to tie the lassoes together. We have six of them. That will make nearly two hundred feet. One or two of you can take hold of the free end of the rope, the other end being about my waist. In case I should be carried away from the shore, why all you have to do will be to haul me back. Isn't that a simple proposition?"
"It's a crazy one," nodded the Professor.