Without a word the man made for the bank, and, catching hold of some overhanging bushes, pulled himself up.
“Don’t you want to save your horse?” called out Bob, taking care that the animal should not kick him.
“I do, but I don’t know how.”
“Get the rope tied under my wagon.”
The man ran off, and in less than fifteen seconds returned with a long rope which the young photographer carried for a case of emergency.
“Throw one end down,” went on Bob, and this was promptly done.
Catching the floating end, Bob made a noose in it. Then he swam close to the struggling horse and threw the noose over the animal’s head.
“Now pull him down the stream to that shallow place,” cried Bob. “Hurry up, or he’ll be a goner.”
Pulling on the rope the man started down the stream. It was hard work, and long before he reached the shallow spot Bob was up on the bank beside him.
As soon as the horse struck the shallow part of the creek he ceased to struggle, and they had but little difficulty in leading him to dry ground.