“Sure,” says I. “Just call and ask The Man Who Will Come to toss ’em over.”
“Get all the fun you can out of it now,” says Mark, “because you’re elected, Tallow.”
“Me?” says I. “Why?”
“Because you’re the best s-s-swimmer.”
“Next time,” says I, “I won’t learn to swim.”
“I don’t think there’ll be much danger,” says Mark. “We’ll fix up a decoy. How f-far can you swim under water, Tallow?”
“Fifty or sixty feet,” says I.
“Good. I’ve seen you do b-b-better’n that. First we’ll send out Plunk in the canoe. He’ll start out from the wharf and p-paddle along the shore about two hundred f-feet out. He’ll take a cloth and m-make b’lieve wave it to somebody on the far shore. I calc’late that’ll interest the Japs some. Eh? Sort of give ’em the idea reinforcements are comin’.”
“Fine!” says I. “But where do I come in?”
“I’ll show you that as soon as Plunk’s gone.”