Lois looked at Tom inquiringly. He smiled his willingness, started to mention he didn't have trunks, then realized that wouldn't be news here. He wondered whether he would blush.
Jock fell in beside him as they rounded the ranch house. "Larry's been telling me about your group at the other end of the valley. It's comic, but I've whirled down the valley a dozen times and never spotted any sort of place there. What's it like?"
"A ranch house and several cabins."
Jock frowned. "Comic I never saw it." His face cleared. "How about whirling over there? You could point it out to me."
"It's really there," Tom said uneasily. "I'm not making it up."
"Of course," Jock assured him. "It was just an idea."
"We could pick up your camera on the way," Lois put in.
The rest of the group had turned back from the huge oval pool and the dark blue and flashing thing beyond it, and stood gay-colored against the pool's pale blue shimmer.
"How about it?" Jock asked them. "A whirl before we bathe?"