Presently he saw the foot give a spasmodic movement, and then on the other side of the wheel appeared the man’s head.
“Save me!” were the first words he uttered, as he expelled a lot of water from his mouth.
“Can’t you get clear of the wheel?” cried Bob.
“No; my leg is caught in the reins, which are all twisted up.”
Bob listened to no more. He pulled out his clasp-knife and opened it. Then watching for a favorable opportunity, he dived to the man’s assistance.
Under the surface he went, but quickly came up close to where the man was situated.
“It’s my left leg,” cried the man. “Confound the horse, why can’t he keep still?”
“Because he wants to be saved, too,” replied Bob, and under he went.
Bob was used to the water. Indeed the only recreation he had had while living with old Peter Thompson was to go swimming in the river behind the house, and gunning in the woods.
Consequently the youth felt perfectly at home. With eyes wide open, he quickly took in the situation, and two slashes of the clasp-knife released the tangled-up limb, and the man was free.