were busy in getting their clothing off.
"Say, but I hope you fellows get far enough away from your duds!" breathed Teall vengefully, as he watched through the screen of leaves.
"Do you fellows think we had better leave a guard over our clothes ?" queried Dick, as they stood forth, ready for swimming.
"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.