I thought rightly that he had picked up Erling there.
I had a good hour's swim in a deep pool of the river, and enjoyed it to the full.

The current was swift, and it was good to battle with it, and then to turn and swing downward past the fern-covered banks and under the shade of the trees with its flow.

And while I was splashing in the pool, a franklin came running from his field with his hoe, waving wildly to me.
"Come out, master, I pray you!" he gasped; "the water is full forty feet deep there!" "Is that so ?" I said gravely.

"I will go and see." With that I dived, and stayed under as long as I could, not being able to find the bottom after all.
And when I came up again the honest face of the franklin was white and his eyes stared in terror.

So I laughed at him.
"I believe the pool is as deep as you say; but would seven feet of water be any safer ?" "Nay, master, but it would drown me.