"Lucky thing we heard you yell before you went under, Bob," he remarked.
"How did it all happen?" asked Frank. "I never knew you to have cramps before. And the water wasn't cold this morning."
"I can't understand it myself," said Bob. "One minute I was swimming along all right, and the next I was as weak as a rag. I couldn't straighten out my legs to kick and the first thing I knew I went under. I guess you boys got to me just in time."
"It must have been something you'd eaten," suggested Frank.
"You've just been cramming yourself with those everlasting suckers," said Sammy, severely.
"Huh," snorted Bob, "you're a pretty one to talk! I bet I didn't eat any more candy this morning than you did."
"Never mind what the reason was," broke in Frank. "The only thing we care for now is that Bob is safe and that we're all on solid ground."
"Are you going to tell your mother about it?" asked Sammy.
"What's the use?" answered Bob. "It would only scare her half to death and perhaps she wouldn't let me go in swimming again."
"Still I think you ought to tell her," advised Frank.