"Now don't be a stupid dog," I said; "do what I tell you immediately.

Whatever it is, bring it out, Sir." Jowler knew that I would be obeyed whenever I called him "Sir;" so he ducked his great head under the water, and tugged with his teeth at the object.

His back corded up, and his tail grew rigid with the intensity of his labor, but the task was quite beyond him.

He could not even stir the mighty mass at which he struggled, but he bit off a little projecting corner, and came to me with it in his mouth.

Then he laid his dripping jaws on my lap, and his ears fell back, and his tail hung down with utter sense of failure.
I patted his broad intelligent forehead, and wiped his black eyes with his ears, and took from his lips what he offered to me.