"Tad! T-a-d!"

"Hurry!"

It seemed a long distance away--that faint reply to his hail.

"That you, Tad!"

"Y-e-s."

"Where are you!"

"Here."

"Where? I don't see you."

"In the river. Just below the bend."

Hurriedly dismounting and making a quick examination of the banks he
discovered that they were so nearly straight up and down that it
would be impossible to get his companions out at that point.

"I can't get you out here. You'll have to wait a few moments. Are
you swimming?"

"No, I am holding to a rock. It's awful slippery and I'm freezing
too."

"All right. Is Stacy with you?"