"Let's call it square and take a new tack.

Who's in for a swim when we reach the end of the lake ?" "I am!" was the united cry from the others.

They were passing several small islands and now came to another turn in Bass Lake.

Just beyond this was a small sandy beach, backed up by a mass of rocks and brushwood.
"That looks like a good place for a swim," said Powell, forgetting all about his so-called poetry.
"Suits me," returned Tom.

"Let's pull ashore and tie the boat fast, and I'll put up--" "A peanut reward for the first fellow in," finished Fred.