"Yes, I've got him. "

"Good! Have courage! I'll be with you," said Ned encouragingly.

"You'll have to hurry. I can't hold on much longer. The falls are
just below here and if I have to let go it's all up with us."

Ned had no need to be told that. He could almost feel the spray from
the falls on his face, so close were they to him and their roar was
loud in his ears, so that he was obliged to raise his voice in
calling to his companions.

Leaping to the back of Bad-eye, Ned was off like a shot, tearing
through the brush, headed toward camp. On the way he passed
Professor Zepplin and Walter, nearly running them down in his mad
haste.

"Got a rope?" he shouted in passing. "No," answered Walter. "Then
get one and hurry around the bend. You'll be needed there in a
minute. I'm going down into the stream from the camp."

The Professor, seeming to comprehend what Ned had in mind, turned
and ran back to the camp.

Without an instant's hesitation, Ned Rector, upon reaching their
camping place, put his pony at the bank where the two boys had gone
over.

The little animal refused to take it. He bucked and the lad had a
narrow escape from following where Tad and Chunky had gone a short