Taking the doll in his mouth, as he had taken the cat, Snap swam back
toward the small boat, where Captain White waited for him, now and
then petting poor Snoop. Just as the dog had done with the cat, so he
did with the doll, giving her to the engineer of the Bluebird. Then,
seeing that his work was all done, Snap once more swam toward the big
boat, not trying to get into the small one.

"Good dog, Snap!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, as he leaned over to lift him in,
for there were no steps by which to climb up the side of the Bluebird.

This time Snap barked and wagged his tail, and then he gave himself a
big shake to get rid of the water. He sent a regular shower of spray
all about.

"Come, girls!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey with a laugh, "this is no place for
us. We haven't our bathing suits on!" and she, with Nan and Dorothy,
ran back out of the way of the scattering drops from Snap's shaggy
coat.

A little later Captain White rowed up with Snoop and Flossie's doll,
and the little girl at once said she was going to put a dry dress on
the doll, so she wouldn't "take cold."

"Well," said Mr. Bobbsey, when the excitement had died down. "That's
over, at any rate. All that over one little fish!"

"That's so--my fish started it all!" said Bert. "I wonder what became
of it?" and he looked at his empty hook, dangling from the line of his
pole.