Already the canoe was six feet from shore; and both men were doing creditable acrobatic stunts to keep it from turning turtle.
"Stand perfec'ly still," one of them exhorted the damsel, as he saw with horror that she had been left ashore in the tumbling flight.
"Stand still and don't holler! Keep your hands high.

It's likely he won't bother you.

These highbred collies are pretty gentle with women; but some of 'em are blue murder to strange men.

He--" The man swayed for balance.

His fellow-hero had brought the canoe about, in an effort to smite with uplifted paddle at the oncoming dog without venturing too close to the danger-line.
In the same moment, Lad had gained the brink of the lake.