The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-24

mine. ! nearly rolled off those loose logs
at the top. the last time l Jumped; anu
ments.
Ned watched this proceeding with
varied emotions. Pollys warning troubled
him, and he thought Of the advantage
firm footing. lie knew he had not been
fair about this. and now Polly would go
UP there ignorant OF 1t, and over those
rolling logs--Ned shuddered He must
tell him. But how could he stand the
ridicule OF the boys. Polly might but
they never would forgive him on the
other hand suppose Polly should slip and
fall He glanced down al the Jagged
rocks with which the old crib was liued.
He must tell him.
Polly was by this time at the foot oil
the inclined way which led to ,t1I, the TOP tob
called, Polly. don't try IT, KS 100
risky"
Much obliged for your kind advice"
replied the lad. without pausing in MS
climb nor degninG TO glance back. -,
Polly" continued Ned. hold on. Will
you don't want you TO try IL 8. III
Il VIII stop him." he thought, as he
began TO climb the pile, IF l have TO
fight him for IL.
pile his first glance showed Polly run
ming across the insecure logs right at the
| edge.
but ere he could utter the words Polly
was gone. leaving no trace of his pres
ence behind, save, at The very edge, one
cedar log. rocking ominously on its un-
The group Of boys watching from be-
low had noticed the loose logs, and. re,
lieved to see him pass safely beyond
progress through tho air.
They saw his head and arms turn
down and at the same time his legs
straighten out and begin TO swing up
ward more and more slowly till his whole
figure was In perfect line and flying
downward To the rapidly nearing waters,
performance, but was quickly hushed as
they noticed that the divers, legs were
slowly passing the perpendieular.
them. throwing back his head, following
his back, dra wing his arms. back. but
nothing ayailed. and slowly; but without
ther from straight line
Then they noticed the agonized and
helpless face. the final struggle, loss of
ter on his shoulders and back and disap-
| peared
They waited silently for him to come
Mp-a second--two, he did not appear
| till Jack Griffith broke silence with, He's
| fetchin' bottom TO fool us"
mo. he isn't. he's drowned exclaimed
Ned, as he rushed 10 the edge OF the
dock
He had heard OF many rcscues of
drowning men and boys. and had Wit
messed the resuscltation of one such case,
and he knew that II he kept his head.
with George Brush fastening TO the res
cue In the skiff. Polly might be saved
Here. Ned! l think | can see him on
the latter was pulling of his shoes.
"Whcre2' cried Ned.
Right there" the latter replied. and
in a moment Ned had plunged straight
for the bottom.
Stretched out flat on the rocky bot
tom lay that 1.-the form he knew so well,
Horrlfied as he was at the sight he
struck out wildly for II. That minute
and IL half seemed an hour TO Ned He
never could well remember just what he
did, but the first thing no can recall was
seeing George Brush's face over the edge
OF the boat. and feeling his arm clutchcd.
he fell helpless and tense on the seat at
the stern
a few deep drawn brcaths OF the fresh
summer air revived Ned wonderfully, and
he looked up and saw first Polly laid
across the middle thwart of the boat
resting his chest with his head and
arms dangling on one side and his legs
on the other, and beyond him George
pulling his hardest to the dock which
they soon reached
Here together they lifted out the lad
as gently as possible and laid him first
on his face. whilo George. kneeling
astride. pressed firmly on his shoulder
blades and back TO eNpcl the water from
his chest, under which he placed n tight
ly rolled coat. Then turning him on his
back no endeavorcd to induce respira-
ton"
Ned under Georges direction. had al