he cut the bell cord from the cars, tied it fast to his body, and out into the whirling gulf he went; he gained the house, secured the infant and returned through the maddened waters with the rescued babe in his arms. a shout went up from the passengers on the train. "wait!" he cried; "there is still another in the house, i must save her!" and, seizing a plank to use as a support, he plunged again into the surging waters. ah! his struggle this time was harder, for his precious load was heavy. in the floating house on his first visit he found a little girl, apparently ten years old, disrobed and kneeling beside her bed, on which lay the screaming infant, praying to her father in heaven to save her and her baby brother from the fury of the flood. "god has heard my prayer," she cried, as charles entered the door. "oh, save the baby, quick," and then fainted away on the floor. when charles had landed the babe in safety and returned again for the girl, he found her still unconscious on the floor, and the water was fast flowing in at the door.