Then as he began again Alan fired once more, and this time by good fortune the bullet struck the man somewhere in the body.

He fell, and as he fell grasped the nearly separated rope and hung to it.
"Get hold of the other rope and come on," yelled Alan, and once more they bounded forward.
"My God! it's going," he yelled again.

"Hold fast, Jeekie, hold fast!" Next instant the rope parted and the man vanished.

The bridge tipped over, and supported by the remaining rope, hung edgeways up.

To this rope the three of them clung desperately, resting their feet upon the edge of the swaying plank.