“Here’s where he went under,” explained one of their informants. “We were throwing sticks for him out there and he was having a bully time. He was a plucky little chap. Then the current took him and he went down. And next thing he was yelping like thunder underneath here.”
The float, inch-thick boards spiked to big logs, rested in the water so that the floor was some six inches above the surface. The dog had apparently come up underneath, was penned in by the logs, and was managing to keep his head out of water by hard swimming.
“What kind of a dog is it?” asked Nelson.
“Fox terrier, I guess.”
“Wire-haired terrier.”
“Irish terrier.”
“Well, he’s small, is he?” asked Bob impatiently.
“Yes.” They all agreed as to that. Bob turned to the others.
“Who’s going under?” he asked.