Not to be outdone, Jude, Tige and Don followed suit, and first one and then another was swept off his feet and carried downstream.

They landed below me.

This left Ranger, the pup, alone on the other shore.

Of all the pitiful yelps ever uttered by a frightened and lonely puppy, his were the most forlorn I had ever heard.

Time after time he plunged in, and with many bitter howls of distress, went back.