“I’ll go for help,” he said, after a moment’s thought.
“No, don’t,” she begged. “Find a rope, can’t you? Tie it up here. I can climb out.”
“I’ll try.”
He disappeared. A moment later there came a clanking sound.
“Here’s a chain,” he called back. “Gee, it’s heavy!”
He succeeded in dragging it to the top of the scow and knotting one end about a broken bit of plank. He threw the free end over the edge. With a mighty jangle and bump, it extended its length to the water’s edge.
“Fine!” she applauded. “Now watch this!” She threw her paper-bound package to the dump beside him.
“Man! It’s heavy!” he exclaimed as he picked it up.
“Now! Here I come!” Florence’s agility in climbing a chain surprised even a boy. He was still more surprised when, after thrusting a shiny half dollar in his hand, she grasped her mysterious package and hastened away among the box cars.
Ten minutes later she emerged upon an all but deserted street. To her great relief she succeeded in hailing a passing taxi at once and went whirling away from the scene of her peril.