Then his face brightened.

"I have it--the pole!" He ran back and speedily brought up Phil's pole, and around it he wound the line, to strengthen it and hold the joints together.

Then he leaned down.
"Phil, can you take hold ?" he questioned.
The youth below raised his hands feebly.

But his strength was apparently gone, and he could do little to save himself.
"Hold the pole, Dave, I'll go down!" cried Roger.

"But don't let me slip!" While Dave braced himself on the rocks as best he could and gripped the pole and line, the senator's son went over the rocks and down, hand over hand.