It was not so large but he could clasp it; so after a little rough work on his part and anxious watching on Daisy's, he got to the branches.

But now the line was caught in the small forks at the leafy end of the branch.

Sam lay out upon it as far as he dared; he could not reach the line.
"O he'll fall!" cried Daisy softly.

"O Preston, let him come down!--he can't get it." "He'll come to no harm," said Preston coolly.

"A little further, Sam--it's oak wood, it will hold you; a little further, and you will have it--a little further!--" And Daisy saw that Sam had gone too far.