Slap!
“Got it!” cried Bob. And then, “Oh!”
There was a splash.
“Just kitched on the top o’ my finger, and bounced off,” whispered the boy excitedly.
“O Bob, what have you done!”
“Well, I couldn’t help it. I ain’t a howl.—How could I see in the dark!”
“Can’t you see where it fell in!”
“Why, ain’t I a-trying. Don’t be in such a fuss.”
Dexter felt as if their expedition was at an end, and he stood listening with a breast full of despair as Bob lay down at the edge of the river, and rolling up his sleeve began feeling about in the shallow water.
“It’s no good,” he said. “It’s gone.”