"Maybe it's her dog," suggested a man.
"Yes,—Tartar——"
"There, my child,—don't! Is it the dog?"
"Yes,—tell me——"
"Oh, he's all right.—Say!"
He hailed the group gathered about the other victim of the river.
"How's the dog?"
"All right, Monsieur le Docteur!"
Fouchette heard and brightened perceptibly. The doctor increased the effect by observing that the dog was coming around all right.
"But he's had a pretty close call."