t and came scampering.

The dog sniffed my knee to make sure of me, and then trotted over to
sniff Schillingschen. The professor stooped down to pat him, rubbed
his ear a moment to get the dog's confidence, and then seized him
suddenly by both hind legs. I saw what he intended too late.

"Stop, or I'll kill you!" I shouted, and made a rush at him. But he
swung the yelping dog and hurled him far out into the pool.

A second later my fist crashed into his face and he staggered backward.
A second later yet the dumb Zulu pinned my elbows from behind and set
his knee into the small of my back with such terrific force that I
yelled with pain. Then Schillingschen approached me and began to try
to drive my teeth in with unaccustomed fists. He loosened my front
teeth, but cut his own knuckles, so began looking about for a stick.

Strangely enough my own attention was less fixed on Schillingschen than
on the wretched "Crinkle" swimming frantically for shore. Dog-like he
was making straight for me, and there was no possibility whatever of
his being able to scramble up the steep side. I shouted to call his
attention, and tried to motion to him to swim toward shallow water, but
the Zulu would not let my arms free, and the dog only thought I was
urging him to hurry.

Schillingschen found a stick and came back to give me a hammering with
it just at the moment when a crocodile saw "Crinkle." A blow landed on
my head, cut my forehead, and sent the blood down into my eyes at the
same moment that I heard the dog's yelp of agony; and next time I
looked at the pond there was a tiny whirlpool on the surface, slightly
tinged with red.

"You swine!" I shouted at Schillingschen, trying to break loose and
attack him. For answer he raised his cudgel in both hands and stood on
tiptoe to get leverage. If that blow had landed it must have broken
something, for he was strong as a gorilla; but somebody shouted--I
recognized Fred's voice, and in another second he and Will charged down
on us. Schillingschen turned about to strike Fred instead of me, but
Will's fist hit him on the ear and split it. The professor staggered
backward, and a moment later Fred had felled the Zulu. I reeled from
weakness and excitement, and nearly fell down.

"Throw him to the crocks, you men!" I urged madly. "He threw Crinkle
in. Throw him! Nobody'll ever know! He'd have dared throw me in!
Nobody comes here! Throw him in and trust the crocks to leave