wer. "I fell down in between the two
barges. I got hold of a rope, but it slipped from me a moment ago, and
I went under. I managed to get hold of it again when I came up, but I
can't last much longer. Hurry and help me!"

"I will!" exclaimed Nat. "I'm coming down as soon as I can find a rope
to cling to. There isn't room to swim down there."

"No; that's right. I can hardly move. But I can't hold on much
longer."

"Don't give up!" yelled Nat. "I'll be right there. Queer there isn't
some of the crew here," he murmured to himself.

He glanced rapidly about him. There was a lantern burning high up on
the smokestack of one of the barges, which were of the latest type,
with big engines to turn the large propellers. It was the work of but
an instant for Nat to loosen the lantern rope from the cleat and lower
the light to the deck. Then cutting the rope, as the quickest method
of detaching it from the stack, he hurried with it to the space
between the two barges. He lowered the light, and by its gleam saw an
elderly man clinging to a rope that dangled from the side of the
barge the boy was on.

"That's good; show a light!" exclaimed the man. "Now you can see what
to do. But please hurry. My arms are nearly pulled from the sockets."

"I'll have to get a rope that will bear my weight," replied Nat. "Hold
on a moment more."

He fastened the lantern cord to the rail, so that the light would hang
down in the space between the two vessels. Then he got a long rope, a
simple enough matter aboard a vessel. Securing one end to a stanchion,
Nat threw the other end down between the barges. Then giving the cable
a yank, to see that it was secure, he went down it hand over hand.

"I'll have you out of here now in short order," he said to the
half-exhausted man. "Can you pull yourself up by the rope?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm too weak."

This was a problem Nat had not considered. He thought for a moment. He
was a bright lad, and his life about the docks had made him
resourceful in emergencies.

"I have it!" he exclaimed. "Hold on just a few seconds more."

Twining his legs about the cable to support himself, Nat with one hand
made a loop in the rope, using a knot that would not slip. Thus he
had a support for his feet.

Standing in the loop he quickly made another below it, for the rope
was plenty long enough.

"There!" he cried to the man. "Work your arms into that and then get
your head and shoulders through. Put it under y