struck bottom with his feet, and at once went ashore.
"We must do something!" he panted. "We can't let Darry be drowned!"
"He must be caught under the branches," said Lambert. "As the tree hit him it turned partly over. Perhaps— There is his foot!"
He pointed to the tree and there, sure enough, was Darry's left foot, kicking wildly above the surface of the river. Then the boy's head came up, but only for a moment.
"Save me!" he spluttered, and immediately disappeared.
"This is awful!" groaned Joe. "Can't we throw a fishing-line over the tree and haul it ashore?"
"A good idea!" answered Lambert. "We'll take two lines."
He caught up the fishing-tackle, and lines in hand ran along the river bank until he was below the tree. The others followed, and helped him to get the lines into shape. Then a quick cast was made, but the lines fell short.
"Too bad!" came from Joe. "Quick, try once more!"
"The tree is turning over again!" shouted Biggs, and he was right. As some other branches came into view, they beheld Darry,
