So Jimmy pulled desperately.

But it was of no avail, and presently he took another turn of the line around the bowlder, and secured it so that it could not slip, and ran forward.
Bobby was shouting to be drawn up, and Jimmy, throwing himself upon his face and peering down over the edge of the cliff, saw Bobby dangling in mid air some forty feet below him and thirty feet above the deep black water.

He also saw that, supported only by the line, Bobby was in a strained and perilous as well as most uncomfortable position.
His first impulse was to lower Bobby to the base of the cliff, and let him wait there until he could get the boat, bring it around and take him off.

But he saw at a glance that at its foot the rocky cliff rose out of the deep water in a perpendicular wall, so smooth that there was not even a hand hold to be had, and this was its condition for a considerable distance on either side.

Neither was there hope that, in the strong outgoing tide, and encumbered by clothing, Bobby could swim in the icy waters to a point where a footing could be had.
"Hurry, Jimmy; I can't stand this much longer! I can't stand it much longer!" Bobby shouted, as he caught a glimpse of Jimmy's head.
Jimmy in return shouted reassurance to Bobby, and ran back for another effort to pull him out.