Thus the minutes slipped by. Hi, for once in his life, went out
of his way to be entertaining to Central Grammar boys. But, at
last, he muttered to himself:
"I guess Teall has had plenty of time for his tricks. If he hasn't,
then all afternoon wouldn't he time enough."
"Hello, Hi," called Dick. "Where are you going?"
"Back to dress," Martin replied. "I've been in long enough."
"I guess we all have," Dick nodded, himself turning back. His
chums followed.
"I don't know whether I'll dress or not," remarked Tom Reade,
as he shot ahead of the others. "If I find I don't want to dress,
then I'll just sit on the bank and dry my skin before going in
again."
Continuing his spurt, Tom kept on until be reached the log from
which the first diving had been done. He waded ashore, looked
about in some bewilderment, and then called over the water:
"Say, fellows, just where was it that we left our clothes?"
"Why, barely a dozen feet back of the log," Dick called from the
water.
"Hardly ten feet from where my clothes lie," added Hi Martin,
his face solemn, but with an inward chuckle over the rage of six
boys that he knew was soon to follow.
"But where are your clothes, Martin?" asked Tom, staring about
him. "Where is anybody's clothes?"
The look in Hi's face changed rapidly.
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