Still the strain on his muscles was immense.
Barney had heard his cry, and rushing to the side he looked over and saw how the situation stood.
“Brace up!” cried Frank.
“Oh I’m so dizzy!” groaned the frightened boy.
“You’ll get over it in a moment.”
“I’ll fall—I know I shall!”
“No, you won’t. I’ve got you fast.”
The boy groaned, for he was in a panic.
The strain on Frank’s arm began to tell on him, for the rope was swaying, like the pendulum of a clock, in the wind.
He was so accustomed to great heights that it did not affect him in the least.