he swam towards it, and then he gave a sobbing gasp of relief.

It was Bubbles ...

Bubbles already unconscious; but of that he was vaguely glad, knowing that it would much simplify his task.
Very soon, although he was quite unaware of it, the affrighted, startled little crowd of people gathered together just above the place where he was painfully, slowly, swimming about, looking for a spot where he could try and effect a landing with his now heavy, inert burden.
Dr.Panton threw himself down flat across the path and held out a walking stick over the slippery mud bank, but the stick was hopelessly, grotesquely out of Donnington's reach.
All at once Blanche Farrow detached herself from the others and began running towards the cottage which formed the apex of the reservoir.

"I'm going for a rope," she called out.

"I'll be back in three or four minutes." But, thanks to Dr.Panton's ingenuity, the man in the water had not to wait even so short a time as that.
"Have any of you a good long scarf ?" asked the doctor, and then, quite eagerly for him, James Tapster produced a wonderful scarf--the sort of scarf a millionaire would wear, so came the whimsical thought to Sir Lyon.