Ralph Henry Barbour

Ralph Henry Barbour

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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 19. The Rescue (1908)

In another moment the rescued man lay on the sand above the water and the artist was throwing off the rope with hurrying fingers. His face was white and his breath came in gasps. But the boys were staring in amazement at the upturned face on the beach.
“Billy Noon!” cried Chub.
“Is he drowned?” asked Roy in a trembling voice.
“No, he’s alive,” answered the artist, “but we’ve got to get him to the boat. Who’ll give me a hand with him?”
“Here,” said Dick, “you let us take him, Mr. Cole. You’ve done enough. He isn’t heavy.”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 19. The Rescue (1908)

But Dick was equal to the emergency.
“Here,” he cried, “let me have it.”
He took a turn with it about his waist and, just as he was, minus only his coat, he jumped off the stern of the boat, swam two or three strokes and then, finding his feet, stumbled up the beach where Roy and Chub had hurried around to reach him.
“Don’t feel much wetter than I did before,” he said as they hurried along in the teeth of the wind, pulling in the slack of the rope. In another moment Roy gave a cry and began to pull hard.
“He’s got him,” he said. “Lend a hand and pull like anything!”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 19. The Rescue (1908)

Roy shook his head.
“Too short, I’m afraid,” he answered. “Can you see him now?” Chub answered no, but Dick pointed him out, a darker speck on the dark, tossing water, almost up to the boat. Boat and swimmer, borne by the current, which was always strong in the narrow inner channel, had passed the center of the island and in another moment or two would be abreast of the camp.
“Let’s get off of here,” cried Dick, “and go on down the beach. That rope will never reach from here.”
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