With the Red Shirt and the Pipe shouted to the boy who drove the
mules, without taking the pipe out of his mouth. The great towrope was
untied and the mules rested while the man who tended the Lock swung
the high gates open with some machinery that creaked in a funny way,
and the "Mary Ellen" glided in the harbour of the Lock.

Then the man who tended the Lock went to the gates at the lower end.
There were more shouts and those gates opened too. The water rushed
out of the Lock into the lower part of the Canal, and down, down, went
the boat. And down, down, went the deck and the little house on it,
and down, down, went the Man With the Red Shirt and the Pipe, and the
Round Fat Rosy Woman With the Great Arms, and all the children.
Marmaduke started to count them. He couldn't have done that before,
they ran around too fast. But now they stood still, watching the water
fall and their boat as it sank. Yes, there were thirteen--he counted
twice to make sure.

Now the boat had sunk so low that Marmaduke was afraid it would
disappear forever, with all the children on it. But there was no
danger, for when the water in the Lock was even with the water on the
lower side of the Canal it stopped falling, and the "Mary Ellen"
stopped, too. At least, there was no danger for the children, but
there was for Master Marmaduke, he had leaned over so far, watching
that boat go down, down, down.

All-of-a-sudden there was a splash. It was certainly to be expected
that one of the thirteen children had fallen in, but no!--
It--was--Marmaduke!

Down, down, down, he sank in the gurgly brown water. Then he came up,