He was like a sponge just lifted out of a pail, and already about him there was a pool.
“Here, quick, sir; run up to the house and change your clothes,” cried the doctor.
“But I must get my fish, sir.”
“Fish!” cried the doctor angrily; “that’s not the way to fish.”
“Yes, it was, sir; and I caught one.”
“You caught one!”
“Yes, sir; a beauty.”
“Look here, Dexter,” cried the doctor, catching him by his wet arm; “do you mean to tell me that you dived into the river like that and caught a fish!”
“No, sir; I fell in when I was getting my line out of the tree.”
“Oh, I see.”