“It is deep here,” he said, to test her.
“I know it. Don’t you put your hands on me, Wally. I don’t want to be touched,” she admonished him.
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“No.”
In due time they reached the raft. The youngster was winded, but undaunted. Bryce watched her with real admiration. Here was a dare-devil courage he vastly respected. He was timid and cautious himself.
“Throw me off the raft, Wally; I like to splash,” she ordered.
“You’re crazy,” he said.
“No. Mr. Page threw me off the club raft, when I asked him to.”
“Better not let me catch him at it. You sit still and get your breath and then we’ll start back.”
He dived off the raft and instantly she followed him. He caught her by the arm, strangling and coughing.