“Nothing!” Carroll responded irritably. “Watch the opposite bank.”
In a moment more Chapin and Marsh were on the other side. “Have you seen him?” they called.
“He hasn’t come up yet,” Chapin answered, in an agitated voice.
“Hasn’t come up yet! Then I’m going in after him!” and with the words Marsh plunged into the stream. He floundered about for a moment or so, diving here and there, but in four or five minutes crawled to shore exhausted. The others had investigated the bank to the bridge.
LIKE A FLASH HE SLIPPED OFF HIS COAT AND CAST IT FULL IN CHAPIN’S FACE
“He must have swum up stream,” suggested Marsh.
“He hasn’t come up to the surface, you ass!” said Carroll. “Do you think he can swim a hundred yards under water?”