“Certainly,” replied the latter reassuringly.
“And did you get him out?”
“You bet we did.”
“Alive?”
“Alive.”
“And is he here—alive?”
“He surely is,” declared Mr. Frankland, the smile on his face broadening.
Frank was so overcome with relief that for several minutes he was unable to continue his dressing. A stocking that he had been in the act of putting on dropped to the floor, and it seemed that he could not reach down and pick it up again.
He had been ready for this announcement, and yet it was hard for him to believe that it was true. He could not get rid of that picture of Hal falling with the water onto the rocks at the foot of the cataract. It was so real that only the sight of his friend standing before him would convince him that his eyes had not fooled him.
“Come, Frank; hurry up and get dressed, and I’ll take you to Hal and show him to you,” urged Mr. Frankland, still with a smile of amusement.