As he went under, the horses were forgotten, and bending forward, he caught the shattered dashboard in both hands and endeavored to wrench it asunder.
It was hard work, and as he applied himself to it he felt the carriage turning, until it was bottom side up.
"That poor girl!" he thought, and tugged away harder than ever.
At last came a pull that loosened his foot. It was high time, for his breath was almost gone and a strange light seemed to nicker before his brain. Clearing himself of the wreck, he darted upward to the surface.
"She's gone!" was his thought, as he filled his lungs with the fresh air which they so much needed. He had saved himself, but his heart was heavy to think that most likely the little girl had been drowned.
Suddenly his eyes caught sight of a white object floating some twenty feet away. He gave a second look and recognized the little girl's dress.
Fortunately, as my old readers know, Bob was a good swimmer, and without hesitation he struck out for the floating object. As he came closer he saw that the little maiden was still conscious.
"Help me!" she wailed, when she saw him.
