Just as Will was about to give up in despair, and count Jerry as good as
lost, he made a sudden discovery. Another figure had appeared on the
bank, and just at a point opposite the rock to which Jerry clung.
"Reddy! Save him! save him!" cried Will, wringing his hands.
Then he became mute with suspense. The cowboy did not recklessly rush
into the boiling flood, for he knew only too well that such a course
could not help the imperiled one. Instead, Will saw him whirling his
rope about his head with lightning-like haste.
His heart in his eyes, Will continued to stare, holding his very breath.
He saw the coils of rope fly out just as when Reddy was giving his
exhibition in camp. Not far did they have to speed, for Jerry was close
to the shore.
"Oh! what luck! He's done it! He's done it! Jerry has the rope now, and
he is coming in, hand over hand! Bully! bully! bully!"
Will was so excited that he fairly danced up and down as he shouted
these words aloud. Then, bethinking himself of what a magnificent
picture he was losing, he took several steps in the direction of the
spot where his camera lay.
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