Glancing at the end of the drag rope he saw that it was securely fastened to a ring bolt in the deck.
Without losing another moment he grasped the rope, swung himself off the deck and rapidly slid down to the boy.
“Hurry—hurry!” the little fellow was groaning.
“Hang on a moment more!” shouted Frank.
Along he slid, so fast that the rope burned the palms of his hands, until he reached the youngster.
Then he reached down and seized him by the collar.
No sooner had he done so when the poor boy’s strength suddenly gave out and he let go the rope.
His hands fell to his side.
Frank bore all his weight with one hand, for with the other he was obliged to sustain himself.
He was very powerful.