When they got you it was all they could do to make you let go of me, they say." "The queerest thing," said West, with a laugh, "was to see Post standing on shore and trying to throw a line to you all.

It never came within twenty yards of you, but he kept on shouting: 'Catch hold--catch hold, can't you?
Why don't you catch hold, you stupid apes ?'" "And some one told me," said Sproule, "that Whipple took his shoes, sweater, and breeches off, and swam out there with his nose-guard on." "Used it for a life-preserver," suggested West.--"Did you get lectured, Clausen ?" "Yes, he gave it to me hard; but he's a nice old duffer, after all.

Said I had had pretty near punishment enough.

But I've got to keep in bounds all term, and can't go on the river again until I learn how to swim." "Shouldn't think you'd want to," answered Sproule.
"Are you still on probation, March ?" asked Clausen.
"Yes, and it doesn't look as though I'd ever get off.

If I could find out who cut that rope I'd--I'd--" "Well, I must be going back," exclaimed Clausen hurriedly.