Then she lay flat upon it, an arm on either side of the plank, and reaching down seized one of the boy's wrists firmly in each hand.
"Now, then," said she, "let go the hook." "If I do," answered the boy, his white face upturned to hers, "I'll drag you down with me." "No you won't.

I'm very strong, and I'm sure I can save you.

Let go," she said, imperatively.
"I'm not afraid to die," replied the boy, his voice full of bitterness.

"Take away your hands, and I'll drop." But Patsy gripped him more firmly than ever.
"Don't be a fool!" she cried.

"There's no danger whatever, if you do just what I tell you." His eyes met hers in a mute appeal; but suddenly he gained confidence, and resolved to trust her.