"Yes, we do," chorused the boys.
It must not be thought that Tad Butler did not fully realize the peril into which he was so willingly going. He knew there was a big chance against his ever making his goal, but he was willing to take the slender remaining chance that he might make it.
"All ready," he said coolly.
Dad and Ned took hold of the rope.
"Don't hold on to it at all unless I shout to you to do so. I must be left free. Let me be the judge if I am to be hauled back or not."
With a final glance behind, to see that all was in readiness, Tad stepped to the edge of the water. Chunky pressed up close to him.
"Is there any last request that you want me to make to relatives or friends, Tad?" asked the fat boy solemnly.
"Tell them to be good to my Chunky, for he's such a tender plant that he will perish unless he has the most loving care. Here I go!"
With a wave of his hand, Tad plunged into the swirling waters. Though his plunge was seen, the sound of it was borne down by the thunderous roar of the river. As Butler vanished it was as though he had gone to his instant doom.
Instinctively the two men holding the rope tightened their grip, beginning to haul in. But Tad's head showed and they eased off again.