Then Pomp sprang back to the rail.
Barney had taken the rope and had now swung it over until it came within reach of Harding.
“Steady dar, boss!” cried Pomp. “Now jes’ yo’ hang right on!”
“All right, my good friends,” replied Harding.
There was a noose in the end of the rope, and the gold seeker slipped this under his shoulders.
Then he cried:
“All right! Haul away!”
This was done. Pomp and Barney hauled away with a will, and very quickly Harding was lifted over the rail on board the Kite.
He stood upon his feet and gazed about him.
“Heaven be praised!” he gasped. “This is all like a strange dream. It does not seem at all a reality.”