When he had reached the end of the broken stay, however, he paused with a shock that nearly pulled his arm out of joint, and wrung a groan of agony from his lips.
His body bounced in the air, and came down again with another jerk that fairly made him howl with pain.
But the turn of the rope around his arm saved his life, and he swung there like a clock pendulum.
For a moment poor Barney was dazed.
As soon as he had sufficiently recovered his wits, though, he seized the rope with the other hand.
That eased the strain on his arm and relieved his pain.
“Be heavens! I’m aloive!” he gasped.
He was panting hard, but in a few moments he yelled:
“Help! Help!”
Just then Frank reached the railing.