He was floundering and paddling about in the water, now lifting himself almost out, upon the edge of the ice, and now slipping off again, and plumping over-head in the uncomfortable element; his intelligent countenance, in the meantime, wearing the impress of despair.

But Oscar soon helped him from his disagreeable position.

Finding himself on his legs again, he did not resume his sport; but, shivering with cold, and dripping with water, almost at the freezing point, and with his head hanging downward, and his tail drooping between his legs, he started towards home--a wiser and a sadder dog.
When Oscar got home, he found the family some what alarmed for his own safety.

Tiger had arrived some time before, and as it was evident that he had been overboard, and as he was known to have gone off with his master, Mrs.Preston felt some anxiety, not knowing but that both Oscar and the dog had broken through the ice.

But his arrival dispelled all fears, and his account of Tiger's misfortune served to amuse the children for the rest of the day.