"I sure have!" replied Biscuit with a lofty swagger. "I can swim better'n any you fellers. I can do the trudgeon and the crawl and the scissors and—"
A howl of derision went up.
"Shut up a minute, you fellers!" shouted Sube. "I want to ask 'im some'pm."
Sube was not familiar with the terms Biscuit had so carelessly torn off, but he was none the less impressed. He had a strong suspicion that there was something back of it all.
"Who showed you how?" he asked, concealing with an effort the real extent of his interest.
"I took lessons!"
"Who of?"
"Oh, a perfessional."
"Yes, you did!"
"Well, I did, and I can prove it!"