The End of the Race.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE SEARCH, AND HOW IT ENDED.
Constable Sellick was not a man devoid of feeling, for all his merry disposition. He stood gazing anxiously at the water, shading his eyes from the sun reflected in it; then, as Jack did not come up a second time, the worthy man was filled with consternation.
“Who are the good swimmers here?” he cried. “Go in after him, some one! You can dive, Len Edwards!”
“But I can’t dive like Jack Hazard,” answered Len. “I’ve seen him in the water with the Chatford boys. There’s nothing he can’t do in the water.”
“His breath was most likely beat out of his body, striking the surface,” observed Mr. Byron Dinks. “A man may strike the water in such a way, it will be like falling flat on a rock.” And Byron picked his teeth with a stem of dry grass from the bank.
“I’ll go in if Harry Pray will,” said Len.