“What do you think of this, boys?” said Griggs, at sunrise the next morning.
“Splendid!” cried Chris.
“Glorious!” shouted Ned. “Oh, bother the old gold and the tramping through choking deserts. Come along, Chris.”
“Here, what are you going to do?” cried Griggs.
“Swell ourselves out again,” replied Chris. “I’m dried-up like a stalk with all that miserable tramping, and I shan’t come right again till I’ve been in for an hour.”
“In where?”
“Why, in that big pool. You listen. You can hear me crackle with the salt and dust caked over me. I’m afraid to laugh, for fear I should crack my skin.”
“Get out! But a good wash will be a treat. I say, though, that place looks deep. You can both swim very well?”
“Oh, tidily—eh, Ned?”
“I should think so!”