It fell on the slooping roof, and before it could recover itself, being too young to have the full command of four legs, rolled off.
"Eh! the doggie's i' the watter!" cried Mistress Mac Pholp in dismay.
Angus threw down everything with an ugly oath, for he had given strict orders not one of the children should handle the whelp, jumped up, and got out on the roof.

From there he might have managed to reach it, so high now was the water, had the little thing remained where it fell, but already it had swam a yard or two from the house.

Angus, who was a fair swimmer and an angry man, threw off his coat, and plunged after it, greatly to the delight of the little one, caught the pup with his teeth by the back of the neck, and turned to make for the house.

Just then a shrub, swept from the hill, caught him in the face, and so bewildered him, that, before he got rid of it, he had blundered into the edge of the current, which seized and bore him rapidly away.

He dropped the pup, and struck out for home with all his strength.