None of the three cared to risk wading shoreward, with such an obstacle between themselves and land.

The girl on the bank added her quota of squalls to those of her semi-engulfed friend; and one of the men began to reach far under water for a rock to throw at the guard dog.
The first shrill cry had reached the Master, as he sat at work in his study.

Down the slope he came running; and stopped in slack-jawed amaze at the tableau in front of him.
On the bank hopped and wriggled a woman in vivid garments,--a woman who waved a broken parasol and seemed to be practicing an Indian war-howl.
Elbow deep in the placid waters of the lake floundered another woman almost as wonderfully attired as the first, and quite as vocal.

On either side of her was a drenched and gesticulating man.

In the background bobbed an upset canoe.