“Do you really mean it, Jack?” Mr. Golden asked anxiously.
“Well, of course I can’t be sure, but there’s a big rock out there in the middle. It’s about a foot and a half under water and there’s a big log jammed tight up against it.”
“Let’s go look at it,” Bob proposed, as he started jumping from log to log, closely followed by Jack.
Mr. Golden and Rex followed much more slowly, as they had to be more careful where they stepped.
“I don’t see any rock,” Bob declared a moment later, as he stood on the log reaching out over the water.
“Neither could I till I got my eyes close down to it,” Jack retorted.
“You’re right, as usual,” he acknowledged a moment later, after he had followed Jack’s example. “And what’s more, I believe that’s the log that’s doing the trick.”
By this time Mr. Golden and Rex had joined them, and after they too had stretched out on the log, they agreed with Bob.
“Hello, Jean!” Mr. Golden shouted.
Jean, who at the moment was working well over toward the opposite shore, raised his head at the shout.