“First in the lake for a morning plunge!” shouted Sam, as he rushed out. “Come on, everybody, it will wake you up!”
“I’m with you, Sam!” answered Fred, and side by side the pair ran down to the water and plunged in.
“Phew! as cold as Greenland!” spluttered Fred, as he came up.
“It’s only the first plunge,” answered the youngest Rover. “You’ll soon get used to it.”
The others followed, Hans being the last to go in. The German youth was on the point of backing out, as the water looked so cold, when Sam came up behind him and sent him in with a rush.
“Wow! wow!” spluttered Hans. “Say, maype dot ain’t cold, py chiminy! I vos dink I fell into an ice-house alretty!”
“Swim around and you’ll soon get warm,” was Dick’s advice.
The boys remained in the water less than ten minutes and then lost no time in dressing. Then came a hot breakfast, to which all paid every attention.
It had been decided that they should spend the day in fishing and in resting up, so they took it easy. Some went out in the boat and took a short sail, for a fair breeze was blowing.
“This puts me in mind of the times we used to camp out with the Putnam Hall cadets,” remarked Tom. “Only there used to be more of a crowd.”