The bough swayed,--Sam made a lunge after the line, lost his hold, and the next minute his dark body was falling through the air and splashed into the pool.

The water flew all over the two fishers who stood by its side; Preston awe-struck for the moment, Daisy white as death.

But before either of them could speak or move, Sam's head reappeared above water.
"O get him out! get him out, Preston!" was Daisy's distressed cry.
Preston spoke nothing, but he snatched a long stick that lay near and held it out to Sam; and so in a few minutes drew him to the shore and helped him out.

Sam went to a little distance and stood dripping with water from head to foot; he did not shake himself as a Newfoundland dog would have done.
"Are you hurt, Sam ?" said Preston.
"No, sir--" Sam answered, in a tone as if he felt very wet.
"Well, you've cleared the line for me at last," said Preston.

"All's well that ends well.