“So am I, unless something happens to prevent it,” returned Fred. He missed the use of his sloop very much.
The cadets had found a cove where the water was deep and here they had erected a springboard, and took turns in diving from this. It was great sport and for some time George Strong watched the lads.
“Come on in, Mr. Strong!” cried Andy. “The water is fine!”
“Not to-day,” answered the teacher, with a smile. “But I may come in some other day. I like swimming as well as you do.” And then he walked off, to attend to some camp duties.
“What a difference between him and old Crabtree!” sighed Dale. “If all teachers were like Mr. Strong we’d never have a bit of trouble.”
“Right you are,” answered Pepper. “But old Crabtree is the kind that sets your teeth on edge the minute you rub up against him.”
The boys spent quite some time diving and sporting around, and then Fred proposed a race.
“To the rock over yonder and back!” he cried, pointing with his hand.
“I’ll go you!” said Andy. “What’s the prize?”
“A brass-bound copy of last year’s almanac,” answered Jack, and this caused a general laugh.