her head easily above water.

"Kitch Jenny by dat he't!" he cried to Pat.

Thus the two men, without exertion, sustained the noses of the team
above the surface. The position demanded absolutely no haste, for it
could have been maintained for a good half hour. Molly and Jenny,
their soft eyes full of the intelligence of the situation, rested
easily in full confidence. But Pat and Henrys, new to this sort of
emergency, were badly frightened and excited. To them the affair
had come to a deadlock.

"Oh, Lord!" cried Pat, clinging desperately to Jenny's headpiece.
"What will we'z be doin'? We can't niver haul them two horses on
the ice."

"Tak' de log-chain," said Fabian to Henrys, "an' tie him around
de nec' of Jenny."

Henrys, after much difficulty and nervous fumbling, managed to
loosen the swamp-hook; and after much more difficulty and nervous
fumbling succeeded in making it fast about the gray mare's neck.
Fabian intended with this to choke the animal to that peculiar
state when she would float like a balloon on the water, and two
men could with ease draw her over the edge of the ice. Then the
unexpected happened.

The instant Henrys had passed the end of the chain through the
knot, Pat, possessed by some Hibernian notion that now all was
fast, let go of the bit. Jenny's head at once went under, and