you are staring at the kid. I can't hold it alone."

Tad drove his pony to its utmost speed until he had reached a point some
little distance below where the head of the Chinaman had last been seen.

All at once the lad turned sharply, the supple-limbed pony taking the
bank in a cat-like leap, landing in the water with a splash.

Tad kept his saddle until the pony's feet no longer touched the bottom.
Then he dropped off, clinging to the mane with one hand. The cook was
nowhere to be seen, but Tad was sure he had headed him off and was
watching the water above him with keen eyes.

"There he is below you!" shouted a voice on shore. "Look out, you'll
lose him."

Tad turned at the same instant, giving the pony's neck a sharp slap to
indicate that he wanted the animal to turn with him.

The lad saw the Chinaman's head above the water. Evidently the latter
was now making a desperate effort to keep it there, for his hands were
beating the water frantically.

"Keep your hands and feet going, and hold your breath!" roared Tad.
"I'll be----"

Before he could add "there," the lad suddenly discovered that there was
something wrong with his pony. It was the latter which was now beating
the water and squealing with fear.

One of the animal's hind hoofs raked Tad's leg, pounding it painfully.
Tad released his hold of the mane and grasped the rein.

Throwing up its head, uttering a snort, the pony sank out of sight,
carrying its master under. Tad quickly let go the reins and kicked
himself to the surface.

The pony was gone. What had caused its sudden sinking the lad could not
imagine. There was no time to speculate--not an instant to lose if he
were to rescue the drowning cook.

Throwing himself forward, headed downstream, Tad struck out with long,
overhand strokes for the Chinaman. Going so much faster than the
current, the boy rapidly gained on the victim.

Yet, just as he was almost within reach of Pong, the latter threw up his
hands and went down.

Tad dived instantly. The swollen stream was so muddy that he could see
nothing below the surface. His groping hands grasped nothing except the
muddy water. The lad propelled himself to the surface, shaking the water
from his eyes.

There before him he saw the long, yellow arms of the Chinaman protruding
above the surface of the river. This time, Tad was determined that the
cook should not escape him. Tad made a long, curving dive not unlike
that of a porpoise.

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