It was but for a moment, however, Martin's head emerged first, with eyes and mouth distended to the utmost.
Instantly, on finding bottom, he turned to deal his opponent another blow; but it was not needed.

When Bob Croaker's head rose to the surface there was no motion in the features, and the eyes were closed.

The intended blow was changed into a friendly grasp; and, exerting himself to the utmost, Martin dragged his insensible school-fellow to the bank, where, in a few minutes, he recovered sufficiently to declare in a sulky tone that he would fight no more! "Bob Croaker," said Martin, holding out his hand, "I'm sorry we've had to fight.

I wouldn't have done it, but to save my kitten.

You compelled me to do it, you know that.