“Your brother has gone down under the water!” cried the two duck girls
together.

“So he has!” exclaimed Bully, glancing around. And then, when he had
looked down, he cried out: “Oh, a great big fish has hold of Bawly’s
toes, and he’s going to eat him, I guess! I must save my brother!”

Bully didn’t think anything more about the race after that. No, indeed,
and some tomato ketchup, too! Down under water he dived, and he swam
close up to the fish who was pulling poor Bawly away to his den in among
a lot of stones.

“Oh, let my brother go, if you please!” called Bully to the fish.

“No, I’ll not,” was the answer, and then the big fish flopped his tail
like a fan and made such a wave that poor Bully was upset, turning a
somersault in the water. But that didn’t scare him, and when he had
turned over right side up again he swam to the fish once more and said:

“If you don’t let my brother go I’ll call a policeman!”

“No policeman can catch me!” declared the fish, boldly, and in a saucy
manner.

“Oh, do something to save me!” cried poor Bawly, trying to pull his toes
away from the fish’s teeth, but he couldn’t.

“I’ll save you!” shouted Bully, and then he took a stick, and tried to
put it in the fish’s mouth to make him open his jaws and let loose of