The Swan was far over its banks, and in the middle running swift and strong.
Louis snorted, refused and finally plunged.

Bravely he swam, till the swift-running water struck him, and over he went on his side, throwing his rider into the water.

But The Pilot kept his head, and, holding by the stirrups, paddled along by Louis' side.

When they were half-way across Louis saw that he had no chance of making the landing; so, like a sensible horse, he turned and made for the shore.

Here, too, the banks were high, and the pony began to grow discouraged.
"Let him float down further!" shrieked Gwen, in anxious excitement; and, urging her pinto down the bank, she coaxed the struggling pony down the stream till opposite a shelf of rock level with the high water.