"Come on, in, fellows! The water's grand!" he yelled.
Splash! splash! The surface of the pond at that point was churned white. The bobbing heads made one think of huckleberries bobbing on a bowl of milk.
Splash! splash! More were diving in. And now the fun and the frolic went swiftly to their height.
"This is the real thing!" vented one ecstatic swimmer. "Down with 'do-re—mi-fa-sol!"
"As long as we're all to be hanged together, what say if we don't go back at all to-day?" questioned Purcell.
There were some affirmative shouts, but Dick, who had just stepped back on the bank for a moment shook his head.
"Don't be hogs, fellows!" he urged. "Don't run a good thing into the ground. We'll have our swim, get well cooled off—-and then we'd better go back looking as penitent as the circumstances seem to call for."
"I guess it's the wise one talking," nodded Purcell, as he climbed to the bank preparatory to another dive.
For at least twenty minutes the High School boys remained at their delightful sport. Then cries started here and there:
"All out! All out!"