But the crowd did not break up at once.

All waited, with a vague hope that some kind of mischief would happen.
A smaller boy went by, calling the evening newspaper.

Tom Reade bought one and stood at the edge of the crowd, reading.
"Here comes Hi Martin!" called someone.

That youth had just turned a corner, swinging from his left hand a pudgy rubber bag of the kind that is used for holding a wet bathing suit.
"Hello, Prescott," was Hi's greeting.

"Are you all ready to be left behind in the spray tomorrow ?" "If you can leave me there," Dick smiled.