"Turn!" said he; "that"s the easiest thing in the world. See; a little to the right, then a back, then a sweep to the left and we will be going the other way." And instantly he began the maneuver in which he was such an adept.
"Oh, Thomas!" cried Buller, half rising in his seat, "that train is almost here!"
"And we are almost----" Mr. Podington was about to say "turned around," but he stopped. Mr. Buller"s exclamations had made him a little nervous, and, in his anxiety to turn quickly, he had pulled upon his horse"s bit with more energy than was actually necessary, and his nervousness being communicated to the horse, that animal backed with such extraordinary vigor that the hind wheels of the wagon went over a bit of gra.s.s by the road and into the water. The sudden jolt gave a new impetus to Mr. Buller"s fears.
"You"ll upset!" he cried, and not thinking of what he was about, he laid hold of his friend"s arm. The horse, startled by this sudden jerk upon his bit, which, combined with the thundering of the train, which was now on the bridge, made him think that something extraordinary was about to happen, gave a sudden and forcible start backward, so that not only the hind wheels of the light wagon, but the fore wheels and his own hind legs went into the water. As the bank at this spot sloped steeply, the wagon continued to go backward, despite the efforts of the agitated horse to find a footing on the crumbling edge of the bank.
"Whoa!" cried Mr. Buller.
"Get up!" exclaimed Mr. Podington, applying his whip upon the plunging beast.
But exclamations and castigations had no effect upon the horse. The original bed of the stream ran close to the road, and the bank was so steep and the earth so soft that it was impossible for the horse to advance or even maintain his footing. Back, back he went, until the whole equipage was in the water and the wagon was afloat.
This vehicle was a road wagon, without a top, and the joints of its box-body were tight enough to prevent the water from immediately entering it; so, somewhat deeply sunken, it rested upon the water.
There was a current in this part of the pond and it turned the wagon downstream. The horse was now entirely immersed in the water, with the exception of his head and the upper part of his neck, and, unable to reach the bottom with his feet, he made vigorous efforts to swim.
Mr. Podington, the reins and whip in his hands, sat horrified and pale; the accident was so sudden, he was so startled and so frightened that, for a moment, he could not speak a word. Mr. Buller, on the other hand, was now lively and alert. The wagon had no sooner floated away from the sh.o.r.e than he felt himself at home. He was upon his favorite element; water had no fears for him. He saw that his friend was nearly frightened out of his wits, and that, figuratively speaking, he must step to the helm and take charge of the vessel. He stood up and gazed about him.
"Put her across stream!" he shouted; "she can"t make headway against this current. Head her to that clump of trees on the other side; the bank is lower there, and we can beach her. Move a little the other way, we must trim boat. Now then, pull on your starboard rein."
Podington obeyed, and the horse slightly changed his direction.
"You see," said Buller, "it won"t do to sail straight across, because the current would carry us down and land us below that spot."
Mr. Podington said not a word; he expected every moment to see the horse sink into a watery grave.
"It isn"t so bad after all, is it, Podington? If we had a rudder and a bit of a sail it would be a great help to the horse. This wagon is not a bad boat."
The despairing Podington looked at his feet. "It"s coming in," he said in a husky voice. "Thomas, the water is over my shoes!"
"That is so," said Buller. "I am so used to water I didn"t notice it.
She leaks. Do you carry anything to bail her out with?"
"Bail!" cried Podington, now finding his voice. "Oh, Thomas, we are sinking!"
"That"s so," said Buller; "she leaks like a sieve."
The weight of the running-gear and of the two men was entirely too much for the buoyancy of the wagon body. The water rapidly rose toward the top of its sides.
"We are going to drown!" cried Podington, suddenly rising.
"Lick him! Lick him!" exclaimed Buller. "Make him swim faster!"
"There"s nothing to lick," cried Podington, vainly lashing at the water, for he could not reach the horse"s head. The poor man was dreadfully frightened; he had never even imagined it possible that he should be drowned in his own wagon.
"Whoop!" cried Buller, as the water rose over the sides. "Steady yourself, old boy, or you"ll go overboard!" And the next moment the wagon body sunk out of sight.
But it did not go down very far. The deepest part of the channel of the stream had been pa.s.sed, and with a b.u.mp the wheels struck the bottom.
"Heavens!" exclaimed Buller, "we are aground."
"Aground!" exclaimed Podington, "Heaven be praised!"
As the two men stood up in the submerged wagon the water was above their knees, and when Podington looked out over the surface of the pond, now so near his face, it seemed like a sheet of water he had never seen before. It was something horrible, threatening to rise and envelop him. He trembled so that he could scarcely keep his footing.
"William," said his companion, "you must sit down; if you don"t, you"ll tumble overboard and be drowned. There is nothing for you to hold to."
"Sit down," said Podington, gazing blankly at the water around him, "I can"t do that!"
At this moment the horse made a slight movement. Having touched bottom after his efforts in swimming across the main bed of the stream, with a floating wagon in tow, he had stood for a few moments, his head and neck well above water, and his back barely visible beneath the surface. Having recovered his breath, he now thought it was time to move on.
At the first step of the horse Mr. Podington began to totter.
Instinctively he clutched Buller.
"Sit down!" cried the latter, "or you"ll have us both overboard."
There was no help for it; down sat Mr. Podington; and, as with a great splash he came heavily upon the seat, the water rose to his waist.
"Ough!" said he. "Thomas, shout for help."
"No use doing that," replied Buller, still standing on his nautical legs; "I don"t see anybody, and I don"t see any boat. We"ll get out all right. Just you stick tight to the thwart."
"The what?" feebly asked the other.
"Oh, the seat, I mean. We can get to the sh.o.r.e all right if you steer the horse straight. Head him more across the pond."
"I can"t head him," cried Podington. "I have dropped the reins!"
"Good gracious!" cried Mr. Buller, "that"s bad. Can"t you steer him by shouting "Gee" and "Haw"?"
"No," said Podington, "he isn"t an ox; but perhaps I can stop him."
And with as much voice as he could summon, he called out: "Whoa!" and the horse stopped.
"If you can"t steer him any other way," said Buller, "we must get the reins. Lend me your whip."
"I have dropped that too," said Podington; "there it floats."
"Oh, dear," said Buller, "I guess I"ll have to dive for them; if he were to run away, we should be in an awful fix."
"Don"t get out! Don"t get out!" exclaimed Podington. "You can reach over the dashboard."
"As that"s under water," said Buller, "it will be the same thing as diving; but it"s got to be done, and I"ll try it. Don"t you move now; I am more used to water than you are."
Mr. Buller took off his hat and asked his friend to hold it. He thought of his watch and other contents of his pockets, but there was no place to put them, so he gave them no more consideration. Then bravely getting on his knees in the water, he leaned over the dashboard, almost disappearing from sight. With his disengaged hand Mr. Podington grasped the submerged coat-tails of his friend.
In a few seconds the upper part of Mr. Buller rose from the water. He was dripping and puffing, and Mr. Podington could not but think what a difference it made in the appearance of his friend to have his hair plastered close to his head.
"I got hold of one of them," said the sputtering Buller, "but it was fast to something and I couldn"t get it loose."
"Was it thick and wide?" asked Podington.