"Wait."
Presently a bather emerged from Wilder's Establishment, walked down to the shore near them, gave a glance of brief interest at the group of girls reclining upon the sands, and straightway plunged into the lake and swam out with bold, vigorous strokes.
Every feminine eye followed him.
"Jim can swim, all right," observed Gladys, admiringly.
Susie nodded.
"I thought he could," she said. "Now, girls, in we go!"
"What! Into the water?"
"Certainly."
"And get wet?"
"It'll take a week to dry our hair again!"