“You don’t swim?”
“Nope; never learned how.”
“You should. Every fellow ought to know how to swim.”
“Guess that’s right, but I never had no chance.”
“Chance? What do you want? Here’s a whole lake of water to learn in.”
“But how’s a feller goin’ to learn if he ain’t got nobody to show him?”
“So that’s the trouble. Well, look here; if you want to learn and you’ll take the trouble to come around every day while we’re camping here, I’ll agree to do my best to teach you.”
“That’s generous, considerin’ our fuss about you fellers fishin’ in that brook,” said Simpson. “You must be the right sort, arter all.”
“What the dud-dickens were you doing out there in that boat?” questioned Springer. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
He was not the only one who felt curiosity concerning that point.