his lame leg would let him, to see what was wrong.

"What's that you say?" he asked. "Somebody fell overboard?"

"The dog and the cat," explained Mr. Bobbsey. "I wonder how we can get
them out? It's Snoop and Snap who are in the water."

"And my doll!" added Flossie. "I want my doll back!"

"Oh, yes, and Flossie's doll," added Mr. Bobbsey. "I guess you'd
better get in the rowboat, Captain White. It will be easier to lift
them out from there."

"I'll do it, Mr. Bobbsey," the captain said, as he limped down stairs
again. By this time Snap had swum to where poor Snoop was paddling
about in the water. The dog gently took hold of the cat by the back of
the neck, where her loose fur would give a good hold. Then Snap,
holding Snoop's head well up out of the water, started back for the
houseboat.

"Good old Snap!" called Mr. Bobbsey. Snap wanted to bark and wag his
tail, as he always did when any one spoke pleasantly to him, but he
knew if he opened his mouth to bark now, he would have to drop Snoop.
And Snap had hard enough work swimming, without trying to wag his
tail. On he came toward the boat.

By this time Captain White had gotten into the small boat, which was
pulled after the Bluebird, by a rope, and he was rowing toward the
dog. Seeing that the smaller boat was nearer, Snap swam toward that,
instead of toward the larger one. He held Snoop carefully up out of