“It is his head!”
“He is up again!”
“Can he swim?”
“Fling stones on him.”
“No! Let him alone, or we'll fling you atop of him.”
“He is up, but he can't swim. He is only struggling! he is down again!”
He was down, but only for a moment; then he appeared again choking and gurgling.
“Mercy! mercy!”
“Justice, thieving dog!” was the appalling answer.
“Save me! save me! Oh, save me! save me!”