"Oh, wow!" howled Stacy, coming to the surface and making for shore with mighty splashes, coughs and chokings. "Oh, wow!"
Walter ran down to the water's edge, lending the unfortunate fat boy a helping hand. The pony in the meantime had clambered up the bank and was trotting off to join its fellows.
"What—-what—-who did that?" demanded Stacy belligerently.
"Did what?" replied Ned.
"Who threw me in?"
"I reckon you threw yourself in," answered Tad.
"I didn't."
"The pony did it for you. Don't be a goose," commanded Ned.
"Yes, you went to sleep. You've been asleep for the last ten miles or so," nodded Butler.
"I'm all wet," wailed Stacy.