All these thoughts flashed through his mind as he ran to the well-head.

From the noise he made the man was evidently not dead yet, and, looking down, he saw his eyes glaring up as he splashed in the water.
"What's up with him ?" roared Hugh to the Chinaman.
"Him, dlink, dlink--all-a-time dlink, him catchee hollows." They had started to lower the bucket, when suddenly the yells ceased, a loud bubbling was heard, and looking down they saw only a dim, round object above the water.

Without an instant's delay Hugh put his foot in the bucket and signed to the Chinee to lower him.

Swiftly and silently he descended the well, jumped out of the bucket, and grabbed the floating body of the drunkard with one hand, holding on to the rope with the other.

The man had collapsed, and was as limp as a rag.