She could see him in the pool struggling and beating about like a great fish.

He was just about crawling out of the chasm now--and she laughed again as she caught Baree up under her arm.
"Oh--oopi-nao--but you are heavy!" she gasped, "And yet I must carry you--because I am going to run!" She hurried outside.

Pierrot had not come, and she darted swiftly into the balsams back of the cabin, with Baree hung in the crook of her arm, like a sack filled at both ends and tied in the middle.

He felt like that, too.

But he still had no inclination to wriggle himself free.
Nepeese ran with him until her arm ached.