Noo, we could not row hame wi'oot that oar, so I reached oot wi' my rod and tried to pull it in.

I had nae sort of luck there, either, and broke the rod and fell head first into the loch as well! It was no sae deep, but the grass and the weeds were verra thick, and they closed aboot me the way the arms of an octopus mich and it was scary work gettin' free.

When I did my head and shoulders showed above the water, and that was all.
"Save me, Mac!" I cried, half in jest, half in earnest.

But Mac couldna help me.

The boat had got a strong push from me when I went over, and was ten or twelve feet awa'.