They just fought to swim back to us.

Anyway, we had the worst time you ever saw.

Leon cut long switches to herd them with, and both of us waded and tried to drive them, but they would dart under embankments and roots, and dive and hide.
Before we reached the Deams' I wished that we had carried them as mother told us, for we had lost three, and if we stopped to hunt them, more would hide.

By the time we drove them under the floodgate crossing the creek between our land and the Deams' four were gone.
Leon left me on the gate with both switches to keep them from going back and he ran to call Mrs.Deam.

She had red hair and a hot temper, and we were not very anxious to see her, but we had to do it.