He coiled rapidly, yet with care.
"Now, may Heaven give me the strength to throw this coil far enough to do the trick!" prayed Dave Darrin, as he made the second cast.
There was frenzy behind that throw.

Hurrah! There was four feet of rope to spare as it splashed into the open part where Dick still hung, though he was fast weakening.
"There's a noose on the end---I fixed it, Dick! Get it over your head and under your shoulders!" bawled Dave Darrin.
It was only the coolness of a last desperate hope that enabled the freshman to adjust the noose sufficiently.
"All r-r-r-i-ight!" he called, unable to make any further effort to stop the rattling of his teeth.
"Come on, then!" cheered Dave.
It was team play between two freshmen, but it was worked out.
Dick, after a while, reached solid ice.

Tom Reade and Dan Dalzell risked themselves a good deal in going far out to meet him.

But they got their leader and rushed him toward the cove.
Soon a dozen H.S.boys were running around Dick.

Some of them had him upon their shoulders; others were trying to help.
As they rushed him across the cove to the sleigh that had just arrived, the cheering was deafening.
Others in the crowd had already run up along the road, which was lined as Dick and Darrin were driven along as fast as the horse could go.