Sicum wagged his tail as much as to say he understood.
Jack’s recovery was rapid, and they found that the cut on his head was slight, although it bled freely for a time.
“I remember feeling a bang on the back of my head just after I went under, and that was the last I knew until I saw you bending over me,” Jack told them. “But who pulled me out?”
“Your rescuer is standing there wagging his tail,” Bob told him, pointing to the dog.
“You mean he pulled me out?”
“Just that.”
“And in saving your life, I really believe he has gotten back his old self again,” Rex added.
“Jimminy crickets, but I’ll bet you’re right,” Jack declared. “Just look at him.”
It was a fact that the dog had lost all sign of his recent behavior, and as Jack spoke to him he bounded to him and nearly knocked him over in his eagerness.
“Good old fellow,” Jack said, as he patted his head. “Perhaps I’ll be able to return the compliment some day.”