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round and round. Seeing that he would probably be 

 carried out of the pool into some other rapid, I thought 

 it time to set about saving him, and called out that he 

 was not to grasp me, but simply lay his hands on my 

 shoulders. When I approached him in the water (rather 

 cautiously at first), he behaved with the same coolness 

 he had displayed in the canoe. He laid a hand on each 

 shoulder so lightly that I hardly felt it, and I towed him 

 easily into port. 



He began by expressing polite regrets ; but these were 

 interrupted by the arrival of the canoe, bottom upwards, 

 and many articles that had been in her. There was the 

 box of etchings, which I swam for first, and many another 

 thing. Luckily, I secured the canteen, and the doctor 

 prescribed brandy for both of us. After that, we hauled 

 the canoe under the copse, and left it. 



After walking about half an hour through a dense 

 wood and over very rough and broken ground, we came 

 to the river again, where it spread itself into a little lake, 

 and at the lower end of the lake there was a weir and a 

 mill. We looked miserable creatures, both of us. We 

 had lost our hats, and the miller's wife took us for 

 beggars. But the doctor entered exactly as if the 

 place belonged to him, and declared that we must have 

 a change of raiment. Now, considering that we were 

 constructed by Nature on totally opposite principles — 

 resembling each other as the Tower of London resem- 

 bles the Clock-tower at Westminster — it is obvious that 

 the miller's clothes could not fit both of us. When 

 we were dressed in this disguise, the doctor filled the 



