"We must have help, and at once. Jim, run up to the next level and telephone for help. Have them send down several men. Be quick about it."
"Ask them to bring ropes," interjected Bob.
"Yes, have them bring down ropes," repeated the superintendent.
Bob began ripping up the planking on the platform. His active mind had thought out a plan and he did not wait for permission to put it into operation.
"What are you doing there, lad?"
"I am making a raft. We have got to have something which will float on the water. We can fasten it together when the men get here with ropes. I'll be ready before they can get here."
Jarvis was working with desperate haste. Perhaps his companion was not yet dead. At least Bob would know that he had done his best.
"Hark!"
"What is it?" whispered Bob.
"I thought I heard someone call. I am sure I did. Rush! Oh, Steve!"