But the dive was not made.
For the heads reappeared.

And now, whether from palsy of fright or from belated intelligence,--Wefers ceased his useless struggles; though not his strangled shrieks for help.

The collie, calling on all his wiry power, struck out for the dock; keeping the man's face above water, and tugging at his soggy weight with a scientific strength that sent the two, slowly but steadily, shoreward.
After the few feet of the haul, Wefers went silent.

Into his blankly affrighted face came a look of foolish bewilderment.

The Master, remembering his wife's hint, and certain now of Lad's ability to complete the rescue, stood waiting on the string-piece.