"It is I,--Mr. Keith,--Hennson. Come quick, all of you; you can get out. Cheer up."
A cry of joy went up.
"I can't leave my boy," called the man.
"Bring him on your back," said Keith. "Come on, Bluffy."
"I can't," said Bluffy. "I'm hurt. My leg is broke."
"God have mercy!" cried Keith, and waded on.
After a moment more he was up with the man, feeling for him in the darkness, and asking how he was hurt.
They told him that the rush of the water had thrown him against a timber and hurt his leg and side.
"Take the boy," said Bluffy, "and go on; leave me here."
The boy began to cry.