“Now then, Bill, in you go.”
Bill pulled off his shirt and trousers, and stood up.
“You mustn’t dive from the boat, old boy,” said Antony hastily. “You’ll shift its position. Slide in gently.”
Bill slid in from the stern and swam slowly round to Antony.
“What’s it like?” said Antony.
“Cold. Well, here’s luck to it.”
He gave a sudden kick, flashed for a moment in the water, and was gone. Antony steadied the boat, and took another look at his landmarks.
Bill came up behind him with a loud explosion. “It’s pretty muddy,” he protested.
“Weeds?”
“No, thank the Lord.”