“Here’s the one.”
The Pegasus had drifted to a tall tree with thick upper branches against which they struck.
As the boy grasped a branch Frank let him go.
He clung safely to the branch a moment, and then quickly made his way down to the ground.
Ultimately he got home in safety.
Frank sighed with relief and straightened up.
Winding the rope around one leg he rested himself and then went up, hand over hand, until he reached the deck.
Here his three companions met him with:
“How in thunder did it happen?”
“Whar de kid come from, honey?”