"Not!" returned Dalzell with emphasis. "If I agreed to it, it
would be just my luck to have the lot fall to me. For the next
half hour I don't want to do a thing but feel the water around
me all the way up to my neck."
"What's the use of a guard over our clothes?" queried Dave. "There
isn't another soul besides ourselves in these woods this afternoon."
"Go on thinking that!" chuckled Teall.
Running out on a log and putting his hands together, Dick dived.
"How's the water?" called Tom.
"Cold," Prescott answered, blowing out a mouthful as he struck
out for the middle of the pond. "You'd better keep out."
"He wants the pond all to himself," muttered Tom, and dived at
once.
In a moment all six boys were in the water, sporting about and
enjoying themselves.
"I wish they'd get further away from here," thought Ted wistfully.
"They're hanging right around here. If I show myself they'll
all swim in. There wouldn't be time to do anything."
All too late Ted heard some one coming through the woods behind
him. He crouched, ready to crawl away to privacy, but found himself
too late. Hi Martin parted the bushes as be forced his way through.
"Hello, Teall," called the North Grammar captain.
"Hush---sh---sh!" warned Ted, putting a finger to his lips.
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