"
"And I'll pray all through the round trip that you may get Prescott
back to shore alive," fervently replied the driver, as he brought
the whip down across the horse's back.
Dave Darrin, too, was chilled. That was why, when he had drawn
all the rope in and had coiled it, he made a throw that fell short.
"Courage, Dick, old fellow," he shouted. "I'll get it to you,
in a jiffy."
Nervously, quickly, Dave hauled in the rope. He coiled rapidly,
yet with care.
"Now, may Heaven give me the strength to throw this coil far enough
to do the trick!" prayed Dave Darrin, as he made the second cast.
There was frenzy behind that throw. Hurrah! There was four feet
of rope to spare as it splashed into the open part where Dick
still hung, though he was fast weakening.
"There's a noose on the end---I fixed it, Dick! Get it over your
head and under your shoulders!" bawled Dave Darrin.
It was only the coolness of a last desperate hope that enabled
the freshman to adjust the noose sufficiently.
"All r-r-r-i-ight!" he called, unable to make any further effort
to stop the rattling of his teeth.
"Come on, then!" cheered Dave.
It was team play between two freshmen, but it was worked out.
Dick, after a while, reached solid ice. Tom Reade and Dan Dalzell
risked themselves a good deal in going far out to meet him. But
they got their leader and rushed him toward the cove.
Soon a dozen H.S. boys were running around Dick. Some of them
had him upon their shoulders; others were trying to help.
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