Whitefoot was so nearly drowned that he didn't have
strength enough to even kick. A great pity filled the eyes of Farmer
Brown's boy as he held Whitefoot's head down and gently shook him.
He was trying to shake some of the sap out of Whitefoot. It ran out
of Whitefoot's nose and out of his mouth. Whitefoot began to gasp.
Then Farmer Brown's boy spread his coat close by the fire, rolled
Whitefoot up in his handkerchief and gently placed him on the coat.
For some time Whitefoot lay just gasping. But presently his breath
came easier, and after a while he was breathing naturally. But he
was too weak and tired to move, so he just lay there while Farmer
Brown's boy gently stroked his head and told him how sorry he was.
Little by little Whitefoot recovered his strength. At last he could
sit up, and finally he began to move about a little, although he was
still wobbly on his legs. Farmer Brown's boy put some bits of food
where Whitefoot could get them, and as he ate, Whitefoot's beautiful
soft eyes were filled with gratitude.
CHAPTER IX: Two Timid Persons Meet
Thus always you will meet life's test --
To do the thing you can do best.
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