wn unless some one saves her. A
boy was drowned just that way last winter."

Mrs. Davenport was almost frenzied. She could not swim and she knew
that personally she could not rescue her child. She looked in vain for
assistance.

The other children had come from the water, and rushed frantically up
and down the beach wringing their hands in terror.

Beth realized that her position was critical, and she struck out with
such desperate energy that soon she felt her strength failing her.
Terror seized upon her so that she feared she could not keep up another
instant.

"Mamma," she screamed, "I'm sinking."

Mrs. Davenport's heart grew leaden. Was there no hope for her child?
Must she stand helpless and see her drown? No, no, there must be some
way of saving her. She would not despair.

"Dearie, don't give out," she cried; "mamma will save you."

The words strengthened Beth to strive anew. At this instant, Mrs.
Davenport's eye rested upon Don lying fast asleep in the shade. Her
heart seemed to jump into her mouth in the intensity of a new hope.

"Don, Don, go to Beth," she cried.

But Don would not heed. He did not realize the danger. He was tired
and wished to sleep.

"Beth, call Don."

Beth who was drifting farther and farther away heard, and yelled:

"Don, Don."

The dog immediately pricked up his ears. Then he jumped to his feet.

"Don, Don."

At that second appeal, he bounded into the water.

Mrs. Davenport felt like falling on her knees in thanksgiving.

"Dearie, don't give up. Don's coming."

Beth heard and her strength revived sufficiently for her to struggle
afresh against that terrible undertow.

The big waves swirled around Don who swam directly towards Beth.

Mrs. Davenport's heart almost stood still while her anxious eyes kept
watch on her struggling child and the noble dog.

"Thank God, the eddy has Don too in its wake and is helping him on to
my child. Beth's strength again seems to be failing. Will she be able
to hold out? On, Don, on. Supposing he cannot make it. Supposing the
child sinks before he reaches her?" These seconds of watching seemed
an eternity to the frantic mother.

"Thank God, he is almost within reach of her. Bravo, Don, bravo. He
has Beth fast by the bathing suit. Brave, brave dog. Now he has
headed towards shore. Will he ever be able to make it with that awful
undertow to work against besides the extra precious burden he carries?
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