One morning only children went in bathing. All the men were away fishing, and the women did not care for the sport. Mrs. Davenport was unusually anxious, and she warned Beth to stay near shore with the other children. Beth obeyed pretty well at first, but before she knew it she was out where the water was over her head. "Beth, it's time to come in," called her mother. Beth raised her head and spurted out some water. "Why, mamma, I'm coming." "No, you're not. You're going out," and Mrs. Davenport sprang to her feet in sudden terror. "Why, mamma, I'm swimming as hard as ever I can." In fact, Beth was trying her very best to reach shore, but notwithstanding her desperate efforts, she was slowly but surely drifting out to sea. One of those treacherous undertows that abound on the Florida coast had her in its deadly power. Mark Charlesworth, one of the boys, rushed to the side of Beth's mother. "Oh, Mrs. Davenport, she'll surely drown unless some one saves her. A boy was drowned just that way last winter." Mrs. Davenport was almost frenzied. She could not swim and she knew that personally she could not rescue her child. She looked in vain for assistance. The other children had come from the water, and rushed frantically up and down the beach wringing their hands in terror. Beth realized that her position was critical, and she struck out with such desperate energy that soon she felt her strength failing her. Terror seized upon her so that she feared she could not keep up another instant. "Mamma," she screamed, "I'm sinking." Mrs. Davenport's heart grew leaden. Was there no hope for her child? Must she stand helpless and see her drown? No, no, there must be some way of saving her. She would not despair. "Dearie, don't give out," she cried; "mamma will save you." The words strengthened Beth to strive anew. At this instant, Mrs. Davenport's eye rested upon Don lying fast asleep in the shade. Her heart seemed to jump into her mouth in the intensity of a new hope. "Don, Don, go to Beth," she cried. But Don would not heed. He did not realize the danger. He was tired and wished to sleep. "Beth, call Don." Beth who was drifting farther and farther away heard, and yelled: "Don, Don." The dog immediately pricked up his ears. Then he jumped to his feet. "Don, Don." At that second appeal, he bounded into the water. Mrs. Davenport felt like falling on her knees in thanksgiving. "Dearie, don't give up. Don's coming." Beth heard and her strength revived sufficiently for her to struggle afresh against that terrible undertow. The big waves swirled around Don who swam directly towards Beth. Mrs. Davenport's heart almost stood still while her anxious eyes kept watch on her struggling child and the noble dog.