Then she decided instantly
what to do.
"Hang on!" she called, and returning to the roof dragged the end of
the plank to a position directly over the hook. 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. In any event, he could not cling to the
hook much longer.
He released his hold, and swung in mid-air just beneath the plank,
where the girl lay holding him by his wrists.
"Now, then," she said, quietly, "when I lift you up, grab the edges of
the plank.
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