She must have heard us bellowing to her as we ran.

Then she came towards us, prancing with happiness, but we said 'Down!' and 'Bad dog!' and ran sternly on.
When we came to the brook which forms the northern boundary of the paddock we saw the sheep struggling in the water.

It is not very deep, and I believe the sheep could have stood up, and been well in its depth, if it had liked, but it would not try.
It was a steepish bank.

Alice and I got down and stuck our legs into the water, and then Dicky came down, and the three of us hauled that sheep up by its shoulders till it could rest on Alice and me as we sat on the bank.

It kicked all the time we were hauling.