The boat was drawn up under some brushwood, and soon they were making themselves thoroughly at home. The fish were done to a turn and proved particularly appetizing. For dessert they had green apple pie, which, to use Fred's manner of expressing it, "just touched the spot."
"What do you say to a swim, fellows?" said Bart, after the meal was over.
"Just the ticket!" ejaculated Fred. "Come on!"
"Better wait awhile," cautioned Joe. "It is not healthy to go in directly after eating."
"Oh, pshaw! I don't believe that," answered Bart, who had his coat already off. "Come on."
He was soon ready for the plunge and Fred followed. Seeing this, Joe could not help doing the same, and inside of ten minutes all three of the lads were in the water, plunging, swimming, laughing and shouting to their hearts' content. The water was just cold enough to be bracing.
"Never had a better swim in my life!" declared Fred. "Who is in for a race?"
"I'll race you!" came from Bart.
"Count me in, too, Fred," added Joe.
"Where shall we race to?"