DESPERATELY, HE CLUNG TO IT.
"We'll have you ashore in a moment, Bob," called Howard Fenton; "hang on to it."
Dave and Dick's yell of exultation followed—Bob Somers was safe at last.
A slight pull on the rope swerved him sufficiently from his course, and he swung in directly toward the ledge; then, a few seconds later, willing hands dragged him ashore, where he lay panting and exhausted.
"My stars, but I am thankful for this!" exclaimed Fenton, fervently.
"A good swim," said his companion, with an approving nod.
The first thing Bob Somers did upon rising was to shake his rescuers warmly by the hand.
"Well, Howard," he gasped, "this is a mighty strange meeting."