hang they did.

They were almost exhausted when they got them; men leaning from the
steamer threw them ropes and one by one every man was hauled aboard
just as the lifeboat sank under their feet.

Saved! by Heaven, saved, by one of the smartest pieces of rescue work
ever seen on the lake.

There's no use describing it; you need to see rescue work of this
kind by lifeboats to understand it.

Nor were the lifeboat crew the only ones that distinguished
themselves.

Boat after boat and canoe after canoe had put out from Mariposa to
the help of the steamer. They got them all.

Pupkin, the other bank teller, with a face like a horse, who
hadn't gone on the excursion,--as soon as he knew that the boat
was signalling for help and that Miss Lawson was sending up
rockets,--rushed for a row boat, grabbed an oar (two would have
hampered him), and paddled madly out into the lake. He struck right
out into the dark with the crazy skiff almost sinking beneath his
feet. But they got him. They rescued him. They watched him, almost
dead with exhaustion, make his way to the steamer, where he was
hauled up with ropes. Saved! Saved!!


They might have gone on that way half the night, picking up the