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Chapter 13
Wehadmadethetea,andwerejustsettlingdowncomfortablytodrinkit,whenGeorge,withhiscuphalf-waytohislips,pausedandexclaimed:
"What’sthat?"
"What’swhat?"askedHarrisandI.
"Whythat!"saidGeorge,lookingwestward.
HarrisandIfollowedhisgaze,andsaw,comingdowntowardsusonthesluggishcurrent,adog. ItwasoneofthequietestandpeacefullestdogsIhaveeverseen. Inevermetadogwhoseemedmorecontented—moreeasyinitsmind. Itwasfloatingdreamilyonitsback,withitsfourlegsstuckupstraightintotheair. ItwaswhatIshouldcallafull-bodieddog,withawell-developedchest. Onhecame,serene,dignified,andcalm,untilhewasabreastofourboat,andthere,amongtherushes,heeasedup,andsettleddowncosilyfortheevening.
Georgesaidhedidn’twantanytea,andemptiedhiscupintothewater. Harrisdidnotfeelthirsty,either,andfollowedsuit. Ihaddrunkhalfmine,butIwishedIhadnot.
IaskedGeorgeifhethoughtIwaslikelytohavetyphoid.
Hesaid:"Oh,no;"hethoughtIhadaverygoodchanceindeedofescapingit. Anyhow,Ishouldknowinaboutafortnight,whetherIhadorhadnot.
WewentupthebackwatertoWargrave. Itisashortcut,leadingoutoftheright-handbankabouthalfamileaboveMarshLock,andiswellworthtaking,beingapretty,shadylittlepieceofstream,besidessavingnearlyhalfamileofdistance.
