d, once or twice before, that the wall shook under her: she
was now persuaded that it was all shaking, and would soon be carried
quite away. She screamed out to Oliver to come and save her. She must
have called very loud; for Ailwin, with George in her arms, was out on
the staircase in a moment.

There was a scuffle on the raft. It seemed as if Oliver was paddling
with one hand, and keeping off Roger with the other. It was terrible to
see them,--it was so like fighting, in a most dangerous place. There
was a splash. Mildred's eyes grew dim in a moment, and she could see
nothing: but she heard Ailwin's voice,--very joyful,--calling out to
Oliver,--

"Well done, Oliver! Well rid of him! Pull away from him, Oliver! He
is full able to take care of himself, depend upon it. He was never made
to be drowned. Come and help Mildred, there's a dear! Never mind
Roger."

Mildred soon saw the raft approaching her, with Oliver alone upon it.

"Oh! Oliver, where is he? What have you done?" cried Mildred, as her
brother arrived at the wall.

Oliver was very hot, and his lips quivered as he answered,--

"I don't know what I have done. I could not help it. He wanted me not
to come to you when you screamed. He wanted to catch the chest instead.
I tripped him up--off into the water. He can swim. But there is the
tub--give me hold of the rope--quick! I will send it out into the
stream. He may meet it."

Down went all the gathered apples into the water, within the wall, and
off went the tub outside. Oliver fastened the line round a heavy stone
in the wall.

"I wish I had never screamed!" exclaimed Mildred.

"I am sure I wish so too. You _must_ leave off screaming so, Mildred.
I am sure I thought you were in the water, in the middle of all that
splash, or I should not have been in such a hurry. If Roger should be
drowned, it will be all your doing, for screaming so."

Mildred did not scream now; but she cried very bitterly. It was soon
seen, however, that Roger was safe. He was swimming in the still water
on the opposite side, and presently landed beside the pony and cow. He
left off wringing the wet out of his hair and clothes, to shake both his
fists at Oliver in a threatening way.

"Oh, look at him! He will kill you!" cried Mildred. "I never will
scream again."

"Never mind, as long as he is safe," said Oliver. "I don't care for his
shaking his fists. It was my business to save you, before carin