The hook I grabbed was frozen down; but Addison got his free, and stuck it into Rufus's blue overcoat.

It tore out, and down Rufus went again, head and ears under.

His head, in fact, slid beneath the edge of the ice, but his back popped up.
Addison struck again with the hook--struck harder.

He hooked it through all Rufus's clothes, and took a piece of his skin.

It held that time, and we hauled him out.
He lay quite inert on the ice, choking and coughing.
"Get up! Get up!" we shouted to him.