“I’ll have you in a moment.”
“Begorra, yer can’t raich me from there.”
“Oh, yes, I shall.”
“How?” demanded Barney.
“You’ll see. When I grab you, you let go your hold.”
“It’s me loife will be in your hands.”
“Oh, I realize that, and will look out for you.”
As Frank spoke he wound one arm and leg around the rope to keep a firm hold, and then began to swing the line.
Back and forth he swayed, each moment drawing closer to his imperilled companion.
Finally he swung in arm’s reach of Barney and grabbed him by the arm, at the same moment shouting: