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.