"Out here -- in the middle of the falls!"

"Great Caesar, Sam! Can't you wade ashore?"

"No; the current is so strong I am afraid to."

In a minute more Dick reached a spot opposite to where the tree
rested. As he took in the situation his face clouded in
perplexity.

"You are right -- don't try wading," he, said. "If you do, you'll
have your skull cracked open on the rocks. I'll have to get a
rope and haul you off."

"All right; but do hurry, for this tree may start on again at any
instant!"

To procure a rope was no easy matter, for nothing of that sort was
at hand, and the nearest farmhouse was some distance away. Yet,
without thinking twice, Dick set off for the farmhouse, arriving
there inside of five minutes.

"I need a rope, quick, Mr. Darrel," he said. "My brother is in
the middle of the Humpback Falls on a tree, and I want to save
him."

"Why, Dick Rover, you don't tell me!" cried Joel Darrel, a farmer
who had often worked for Randolph Rover. "Sure I'll get a wash
line this minute!" and he ran for the kitchen shed.