Flapping his arms madly to regain his balance he was about to tumble headfirst into the sludge when strong arms circled his chest to puII him upright.
"Today is too cold to be taking a mud bath.”
Little Sam’s brown eyes met a pair of similarly colored eyes under wild bushy eyebrows.
“Thank you kindly,” he breathlessly cried.
There the nine- year old dried his wet face and took a good look at his rescuer.
The stranger was about 30 years old with unruly brown hair that stood straight up as he took off his felt hat and shook off the snow. In his mouth was a corncob pipe.
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