exhausted, and I was utterly inadequate to the task of bearing up
the heavy burden of my companion.

My head struck against a log, one end of which had grounded on the
shore, while the other projected out over the deep water of the stream.
I clutched it, threw my arms around it, and hugged it as though it was
the dearest friend on earth. I threw myself across it, so as to bring
Sim's head out of the water, and waited to recover my wasted breath.
Our united weight on the end of the log detached it from the shore, and
we were again floating down the stream. I clung to my support; and such
a sweet rest as that was I had never before known. The life seemed to
come back to me, and every breath of air I drew in was a fountain of
strength to my frame.

Still Sim clung to me, and appeared not to know that there was anything
else to sustain him. As my powers came back to me, I drew myself farther
up on the log, and tried to release my body from the gripe of my
senseless companion.

"Sim!" I shouted.

He did not answer me. Was he dead? I trembled at the thought.

"Sim!" I cried again, louder than before.

"Ugh!" said he, with a shudder that thrilled my frame.

He was not dead, or even wholly unconscious. With one arm hugging the
log, I tried with the other to release myself from his bearish gripe.

"Let go of me, Sim!" I screamed to him.

But he would not, or could not. After a desperate effort, I succeeded in
throwing one of my legs over the log; and, thus supported, I found
myself better able to work efficiently. With a mighty struggle, I shook
him off, and he would have gone to the bottom if I had not seized his
hand as he threw it up. I placed his arm on the log, and he grappled
with it as though it had been a monster threatening his destruction.

After pausing a moment to rest, I pulled him farther up on the log.
Then, for the first time, I felt safe. The battle had been fought, and
won. I believed Sim had lost his senses. He was stupefied, rather than
deprived of any actual power. It was the terror rather than any real
injury which overcame him. I permitted him to remain quiet for a moment,
to recover his breath.

"Sim!" said I, when he began to look around him, and show some signs of
returning reason.

"Ugh! That's what I wanted to see you for, Buck," gasped he.

I could not laugh, though his wild stare and incoherent words were
ludicrous.

"You are safe now, Sim," I added.

"I'm dead--drownded."

"No,