"It isn't bad when you get used to it." But Tom, accustomed to the tempered water of the school tank, groaned and refused to be optimistic.

"Bet it isn't a bit over forty-five," he muttered.
Steve was already well out in the cove, pursued by Norton.

Some of the boys who had failed to find suits had launched a decrepit rowboat and, with one broken oar, were splashing about near the float.

Far out in the Sound a big white steamer passed eastward, her lights showing white in the gathering darkness and the strains from her orchestra coming faintly across the quiet water.

The boys in the rowboat stopped skylarking to discuss what steamer it was, and Marvin, who had swam up behind and laid hands on the gunwale, told them that it was the _Lusitania_ and that if they didn't agree with him he'd tip them over.
Discussion ceased at once.