At any rate he spouted forth quite a little fluid
as he floundered about, kicking and beating with feet and hands, as
though he were being run by an engine that had gone wild.
Both of the saddle boys grinned. They could not help it, the thing
looked so laughable. Had it been a dear friend, instead of an enemy,
they must have enjoyed the sight just the same.
Twice Peg bobbed under, to come up again, paddling for all the world
like a puppy that was having its first swim. His face had taken on a
look of terror.
"Help! Can't keep up much longer! Something pulling me down!" he
spluttered.
Frank and Bob exchanged a quick glance. Of course this put quite
another face on the matter. If Peg was really in danger they had no
business to stand there, laughing. It might seem funny to them, but to
Peg the matter was not at all comical.
"I don't believe the critter knows how to swim, Bob!" exclaimed Frank.
"That's what," answered the other, seriously. "He's just keeping up
because he's crazy with fright. We've got to get him out of there,
Frank."
"We sure have; come along," echoed the western boy.
Fortunately Frank was possessed of a quick mind. He never wasted any
time in wondering what methods he should use in order to accomplish
things.
The pool was of considerable width, and even though he bent over its
border he would not be able to come within five feet of the struggling
Peg.
Without hesitation he stepped into the water, holding his gun.
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