"Poor old Sol, we mustn't let you drown.

Come on, Tom, and let's help him out." How Dick expected that he was going to help the donkey out he did not say; but he began to pick his way from tuft to tuft, avoiding the soft places, till he was within twenty feet of the nearly submerged animal, and then he had to stop or share his fate.
"I say, Tom, I can't get any farther," he cried.

"What shall we do ?" "I don't know." "What a fellow you are!" was the angry reply.

"You never do know.

Old Sol will be drowned if we don't look sharp.