I got him by the throat and dived with him--the only real risk I ran, as I did not know how deep the dam was." "It's an old quarry," said I.
"I know now.

We went down well, and I squeezed his throat as we went.

As soon as he was still we naturally rose, and I turned on my back and got him by the head.

I looked about for the hole, and saw it glimmering above me like a moon in a fog, and then up we came." When they did come up, our joy was so great that for the moment we felt as if all was accomplished; but far the hardest part really was to come.
When the school-master clutched the poles once more, and drove one under the lad's arms and under his own left arm, and so kept his burden afloat whilst he broke a swimming path for himself with the other, our admiration of his cleverness gave place to the blessed thought that it might now be possible to help him.

The sight of the poles seemed suddenly to suggest it, and in a moment every spare pole had been seized, and, headed by our heavy friend, eight or ten men plunged in, and, smashing the ice before them, waded out to meet the school-master.
On the bank we were dead silent; in the water they neither stopped nor spoke till it was breast high round their leader.
I have often thought, and have always felt quite sure, that if the heavy man had gone on till the little grey waves and the bits of ice closed over him, not a soul of those who followed him would--nay, _could_--have turned back.