Swimming away as fast as he could, he cried out, laughing: "Good-by, Master.

If you ever need a skin for your drum, remember me." He swam on and on.

After a while, he turned around again and called louder than before: "Good-by, Master.

If you ever need a piece of good dry firewood, remember me." In a few seconds he had gone so far he could hardly be seen.

All that could be seen of him was a very small black dot moving swiftly on the blue surface of the water, a little black dot which now and then lifted a leg or an arm in the air.