Templeton sprang over the ridge and hastened to Mr. Noakes’s assistance. For the moment Eves was incapacitated by laughter.  Fortunately the stream was not deep, and after the first spate it flowed on with less turbulence.  Templeton gripped the unhappy man by the collar, and hauled him up after he had been tumbled a few yards. Breathless, he stood a pitiable object in his frock-coat and baggy trousers, his lank hair shedding cascades.