A foot
at a time the body came toward them over the sand.
Harry, however, scarcely noted the rescue. He was frantically working
with another line, knotting it in a sort of harness under his own
shoulders.
"Come here, some of you men!" he called. "Bear a hand here! Lively!"
Foreman Payson was instantly at the side of the young assistant
engineer.
"What are you trying to do, Mr. Hazelton?" he demanded.
"I'm going out on the sands," retorted Harry. "I'm going to reach Tom
Reade. If I go under the men can aid me."
"But that isn't a rawhide line; it's hemp," objected Foreman Payson.
"It's strong enough," retorted Hazelton impatiently.
"I don't know about that."
"It will have to do," insisted Hazelton. "You men get a good hold.
Also, one of you play out this other line that I'm taking with me for
Tom Reade."
"Don't risk anything foolish, Harry!" called the voice of Tom Reade, who
now felt the sand under his chin.
"I'm coming to you," Tom, shouted Harry.
"It's too dangerous.
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