Bawly. But the stick broke, and the fish was swimming away faster than
ever. Then Bully popped his head out of the water and cried to the two
duck girls:

“Oh, run and tell Grandpa Croaker! Tell him to come and save Bawly!”

Well, Alice and Lulu wibbled and wobbled as fast as they could go to the
frog house, and told Grandpa Croaker, and the old gentleman gave one
great big leap, and landed in the water right down close to where the
fish had Bawly by the toes.

“Boom! Boom! Croak-croak-croaker-croak!” cried Grandpa in his deepest
bass voice. “You let Bawly go!” And, would you believe it, his voice
sounded like a cannon, or a big gun, and that fish was so frightened,
thinking he was going to be shot, that he opened his mouth and let Bawly
go. The frog boy’s toes were scratched a little by the teeth of the
fish, but he could still swim, and he and his brother and Grandpa were
soon safe on shore.

“Well, I guess we won’t race any more to-day,” said Bawly. “Thank you
very much for saving me, Grandpa.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” said Mr. Croaker kindly. “Here is a penny for
each of you,” and he gave Bully and Bawly and Lulu and Alice each a
penny, and they bought peppermint candy, so Bully and Bawly had
something good to eat, even if they didn’t finish the race, and the bad
fish had nothing. Now, in case I see a green rose in bloom on the pink
lilac bush, I’ll tell you next about Bully making a water wheel.