all his efforts in swimming toward the bank. But he made little progress. The current was too strong for him. The other lads, running along the bank, were watching the scene in consternation.
"He'll never make it!" declared Jerry. "The current is too much for him."
They could see Joe's tense face as he pitted his strength against the force of the current and desperately strove to make his way toward the bank. He was still clinging to the boy, who was commencing his struggles anew.
They were being swept closer to the rapids every moment. There were a number of rocks rising above the surface of the river just a few feet ahead, and beyond that was a smooth, deep, swiftly flowing sheet of water that swept past the willows at the bend and ended in a quarter of a mile of rough, turbulent water, rapids and falls.
"I'm going to help him!" exclaimed Frank, suddenly.
He stopped on the bank and flung off his coat, then started to untie his shoelaces in order to kick his light shoes aside.
But in the meantime Joe had managed to catch at a projecting rock with his free hand, so Chet put a restraining hand on Frank's arm.
For a moment it seemed that the current would make Joe lose his grip, but he clung to
