“When you finish, guess I’ll do it, too!” said Paul.
“Maybe you think it’s easy, eh?” queried Billy, laughing.
“I’m a good diver now, and grabbing a bag of sand isn’t anything to do,” said Paul, boastfully.
“Well, just try it!”
Fred had marked off a pole into foot lengths and this he placed in the canoe. After paddling out to the middle of the Cove he used the pole to measure the depths and when he had found the depth of eight or nine feet he called to Elizabeth, who was following the canoe in a boat with Billy and the bag of sand, for passenger and freight.
“Now lift that bag out and drop it carefully just here where the pole stands—don’t fall over with it, though,” ordered Fred, watching as his sister followed his directions.
“Bill, wait a few seconds for the ripples to settle and when you dive look for the white object right under this spot.”
Billy did as he was told and in a few seconds he was in and almost immediately after appeared again bringing the bag of sand up with him. A loud chorus of “Hows” greeted him as he swam in to shore.
“Now I’m going to do it!” cried Paul.
“Why you never tried before,” said Miriam.