'Omne quum Proteus pecus egit altos
Visere montes,'

quoted Philip.


'Ovium et summa, genus haesit ulmo,'

added Guy.

'_Ovium_,' exclaimed Philip, with a face of horror. 'Don't you know
that _0_ in _Ovis_ is short? Do anything but take liberties with
Horace!'

'Get out of the tree first, Guy,' said Charles, 'for at present your
history seems likely to end with a long ohone!'

'Well, Triton--not Proteus--came to the rescue at last,' said Guy,
laughing; 'I could not stir, and the tree bent so frightfully with the
current that I expected every minute we should all go together; so I
had nothing for it but to halloo as loud as I could. No one heard but
Triton, the old Newfoundland dog, who presently came swimming up, so
eager to help, poor fellow, that I thought he would have throttled me,
or hurt himself in the branches. I took off my handkerchief and threw
it to him, telling him to take it to Arnaud, who I knew would
understand it as a signal of distress.'

'Did he? How long had you to wait?'