"Fought dis chile was gwine on dropping for a week, sar," said the plucky young nigger, subsequently.
However, once he was on the surface, and got his wind well, he darted through the water like a fish.
They watched his dusky form until they could see him no more.
"Now, Bogey."
"Ready, sar."
He was lowered and dropped the same as Tinker, and speedily was upon the latter's track.
"Now my turn," said Jack. "I shall go in for a header."
"Don't," said Harry. "You'd never come up alive if you went down head first from this height."
And Jack was dissuaded from this purpose.
He squeezed his body through the aperture.