. . and yet that sense of responsibility is all that
differentiates me from Minetta Lane."--_Enoch's Diary_.
Diana began work on her films on a little folding table beside the
spring. Enoch, throwing down his log close to the cave opening, paused
to watch her. Jonas and Na-che, putting the cave in order, talked
quietly to each other. Suddenly from the river, to the right, there
rose a man's half choking, agonized shout and around the curve shot a
skiff, bottom up, a man clinging to the gunwale. The water was too
wild and swift for swimming.
"The rope, Judge, the rope!" cried Mack.
Enoch picked up a coil of rope, used for staking the horses, and ran to
Mack who snatched it, twirled it round his head and as the boat rushed
by him, the noosed end shot across the gunwale. The man caught it over
his wrist and it was the work of but a few moments to pull him ashore.
He was a young man, with a two days' beard on his face, clad in the
universal overalls and blue flannel shirt. He lay on the sand, too
exhausted to move for perhaps five minutes, while Jonas pulled off his
sodden shoes, and Na-che ran to kindle a fire and heat water. After a
moment, however the stranger began to talk.
"Almost got me that time! Forgot to put my life preserver on.
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