She’d throw it toward Bandit and hope she could pull him out. The only tool she had was a fishermen’s net that had been abandoned on the riverbank. What nine-year-old boy didn’t love his dog? She had to at least try to save Bandit.
Get him, Aunt Marianne, please! Sam was the only person among the dozens on shore who urged her forward. If she thought about it any longer, she’d be too scared to continue, so she lowered herself to lie flat on the ice, using her feet to nudge closer to Bandit. The ice beneath her was probably frozen solid. Most of the lagoon was shallow and only got deep out in the middle where Bandit had fallen through. She had photographed it last spring, wearing hip-high galoshes and wading into the shallows to take pictures for the Department of the Interior. Maybe, but she knew the Boundary Channel better than most of the city dwellers who walked alongside this oddly shaped tail of the Potomac River in the heart of Washington, DC. If the ice can’t hold a dog, it can’t hold you! someone on the shore shouted. Marianne crawled on all fours across the ice, the cold quickly penetrating her thin leather gloves. Bandit tried, but each time it looked as if he’d succeed, another section of ice broke, and he plunged back into the freezing water. Marianne had already spent an agonizing five minutes encouraging the border collie to clamber out. The dog wasn’t going to be able to get out on his own.
Several other bystanders urged her back to safety, but she couldn’t ignore the pitiful howls of Bandit, who had fallen through the ice.
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