THE RESCUE Jimmy realized that there was no help to be had from outside.

There was no one at home but Mrs.Abel, and rowing the skiff alone against the tide fully four hours would be consumed in reaching there and another three hours in coming back.

Then it would be well past dark.

An easterly breeze was springing up, and a chop was rising on the bay.

This easterly wind was likely to bring with it a cold storm, and Bobby, suspended thirty feet above the water, and not warmly dressed, might perish.
"Yes," said Jimmy, "he might perish! He might perish! And it would be my fault!" The thought brought a cold perspiration to Jimmy's forehead, and a cold, unnatural feeling to his spine, and in desperation he tried the line again.