He lifted its head above the dip.

The sheep showed no sign of life.

Down on his knees dropped Glenn, to reach the sheep with strong brown hands, and to haul it up on the ground, where it flopped inert.

Glenn pummeled it and pressed it, and worked on it much as Carley had seen a life-guard work over a half-drowned man.

But the sheep did not respond to Glenn's active administrations.
"No use, Glenn," yelled Hutter, hoarsely.