Both were on their legs in an instant.
Martin grew desperate.

The white kitten swimming for its life seemed to rise before him, and new energy was infused into his frame.

He retreated a step or two, and then darted forward like an arrow from a bow.

Uttering a loud cry, he sprang completely in the air and plunged--head and fists together, as if he were taking a dive--into Bob Croaker's bosom! The effect was tremendous.

Bob went down like a shock of grain before the sickle; and having, in their prolonged movements, approached close to the brink of the stream, both he and Martin went with a sounding splash into the deep pool and disappeared.