Jack, thinking matters had gone far enough, caught the orphan's foot in a rope, and bent him so far forward that he overbalanced himself and fell on top of Mole, and both tumbled into the water together.
The alarm was given, and they were both drawn out, "wet as drowned rats," but not quite so far gone.
They were, however, entirely sobered by their immersion.
A small glass of brandy, however, was administered to each, to prevent them catching cold, and some of their garments were taken off to dry in the sun.
Mole, the tutor, and Figgins, the orphan, wearied out with their exertions, soon fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER LXXIV.
A TREMENDOUS RISE FOR MR. MOLE.
The quarrel between the two had been so far made up, that when they awoke from their siesta, and the fumes of the alcohol had subsided, neither of them seemed to remember any thing about the matter.
The party got safely home without encountering either robbers, snakes, wolves, thunderstorms, or any other dangerous being or foes whatever.
The next day, however, commenced for Mr. Mole an adventure which at the outset promised to form an exciting page in his life.