People came running from the shore the Carlstrasse, the Fahrhaus, and in an instant the terrace was crowded.
They relieved the still half-demented mother of the dripping child to carry him across to the house.

She was pushing her way through the closely packed groups and tottering after them when a cry reached her.
"There is another one in the water!" Only then did she remember Wilhelm.

Terrified to death, she turned and flew back to the edge of the terrace.

A crowd stood there gesticulating wildly, all talking at once, and obstructing the view.

A gap opened when two or three men with more presence of mind than the rest rushed down to the landing, jumped into the boat, untied it, and pushed off from the shore.