When Biscuit came up the second time Sube grabbed him by the hair, and with the assistance of Gizzard towed him to shore. He was soon stretched out on the grassy slope, head downwards to insure better drainage. And even before the water was all out of him he gulped out spasmodically:
"I can swim all right, only they threw me in upside down! I ain't learned to swim that way yet!"
"You're all right, Biscuit!" Sube assured him. "You can swim like a fish!"
"Sure I can!... Didn't I swim to shore?"
"Well, you're here, ain't you? How could you get here if you didn't swim? When you go home you tell your mother you can swim like a fish, or she'll never let you come down here again."
"Well, I can, can't I?"
"Sure you can; just exactly."
"Then that's what I'll tell her."
"And you better not say an'thing about those big fellers helpin' you into the water, either," Sube advised.
"Oh, I have to tell her everybody I play with!" exclaimed Biscuit piously, "if she asks me."