But it held out bravely and supported him as he gradually drew himself up and finally perched high and dry above the water.
Fisher minor's difficulties now began.

Having seen his man safe he would have liked to run away; for he was not at all sure how Rollitt would take it.

Besides, he wouldn't much care to be seen by fellows like Wally or D'Arcy walking back in his company to Fellsgarth.

On the other hand, it seemed rather low to desert a fellow just when he was half-drowned and might be hurt.

What had he better do?
Rollitt decided for him.
He came along the bough to where the boy stood, and dropped to the ground in front of him.
"Thanks," he said, and held out his hand.
Fisher was horribly alarmed.