This was easy, and in a minute he stood beside Phil in the water.
The torrent from above poured over his back, but to this he paid no attention.

He saw that Phil was on the point of fainting, and if he sank down he would surely be drowned.
Letting go his hold on the fishing pole, Roger felt down in the water, and then discovered that Phil's feet were crossed and held by a rock that was balanced on another rock.

In coming down, Phil's weight had caused the space between the two rocks to widen, then the opening had partly closed, holding the feet as if in the jaws of some big animal.
It was no easy matter for Roger to shift the upper rock, and once he slipped and went flat on his back in the water with a loud splash.
"Be careful!" warned Dave from above.

"Maybe I had better come down and help you," he added.
"No, I--I'm all ri--right!" spluttered the senator's son, freeing his mouth of water.
At last one of the rocks was moved and Phil staggered forward in the water.

But he was too weak to help himself and had to lean on Roger.
"You can't pull us up!" shouted the senator's son.