just a fleeting glimpse of the boy in the foamy water.
He had thrust one arm up rather feebly, as though almost gone. Perhaps
his head had come in contact with a rock while he was swimming, and this
had dazed him; for ordinarily Tom Betts was a clever swimmer.

Paul waited for no more. He was down the bank like a flash, and wading
into the water, regardless of clothes. What did it matter about his
getting wet, when a precious human life was in peril.

Again he caught a glimpse of the boy's arm amid all that spud and foam.
But the first attempt to throw the loop of his rope over it resulted in
failure.

Paul instantly changed his tactics. Reversing the coil, he cast the loop
over a friendly stump that chanced to be at hand; then, gripping the
rope in his hand, he boldly cast himself into the midst of that whirl of
froth and spinning water.

Fortune was kind, for almost immediately he came in contact with the
unconscious lad, and was able to throw an arm about him. The fierce
stream tried in vain to drag him down into other basins below; but Paul
had his hand twisted in the coils of that rope, and would not let go.

"Hold on, Paul; we'll pull you in!" shouted Jack on the bank, as he
clutched the lifeline and began to exert his full strength.

"Hurrah! Paul's got him! It's all right!" whooped others, as they lent a
hand.

Of course Paul was quickly dragged into shallow water, where willing
hands relieved him of his burden. Tom looked dreadful, being deathly
white, and very limp. But Paul could not believe the boy had been under
the water long enough to be drowned.

Immediately he had the others bring the senseless boy up to the camp,
where he was placed on his chest. Kneeling down, with one leg on either
side, Paul placed his palms on Tom's back just where the small ribs
could be felt. Then by leaning forward, and pressing downward, he forced
the air and water from the lungs of the patient; relaxing the movement
allowed air to creep in a little, when the operation was repeated time
and time again.

Sometimes it may take an hour to make this artificial respiration
successful; so that it is not wise to desist until every hope is gone.
Many a person has been saved after it seemed next to a miracle that
life might be restored.

With Tom it was not a difficult problem. He had been stunned by the blow
received in his contact with the rock, and hence little water had
entered his lungs.

In five minutes he was showin