rope about his head with lightning-like haste.

His heart in his eyes, Will continued to stare, holding his very breath.
He saw the coils of rope fly out just as when Reddy was giving his
exhibition in camp. Not far did they have to speed, for Jerry was close
to the shore.

"Oh! what luck! He's done it! He's done it! Jerry has the rope now, and
he is coming in, hand over hand! Bully! bully! bully!"

Will was so excited that he fairly danced up and down as he shouted
these words aloud. Then, bethinking himself of what a magnificent
picture he was losing, he took several steps in the direction of the
spot where his camera lay. Stopping hastily, as his affection for his
chum more than counterbalanced his love for an effective scene, he
turned around and hurried to join the others.

Jerry was ashore, and wringing the hand of Reddy, when Will arrived.

Regardless of the rescued boy's wet clothes, Will threw his arms around
him.

"Oh! you gave me such a fright, Jerry! I'm quivering all over! How lucky
Reddy happened to be here, and with his rope, too!" After saying which
he turned his attention to the smiling cowboy, and squeezed his hand
ardently.

"I sure beat my record that time, boys. I've roped some queer things,
but never a feller that was going whoopin' over a falls. Don't know why
I slung the old lariat over my arm when I started up here to see what