"I mean to learn to do that myself, Jerry," said John in a confidential tone.
Jerry nodded, as if to say, "So will I."
It seemed to the boys that they had hardly got into the spirit of the sport, before Mr. Andrews, with watch in hand, shouted, "Time's up, boys!"
"Oh no," groaned the swimmers. "Give us one more dive!"
"Well, one dive, and then you must come out."
The boys swam to the rocks, climbed up like dripping monkeys, and in a minute the pool was full of eddies where the divers had gone down.
As they came to the surface, Mr. Andrews shouted again, "Come; time's up!"
As soon as his words were spoken every head disappeared, and it was useless to call them again until they were obliged to come up for air.
"Come on, boys; we agreed to mind!" said Joe. "Let's go ashore;" and following his own advice, he swam in, and ran up the beach to the bath-tent, followed by his companions, all giving whoops and cries, to help to warm them, they said.
CHAPTER VI.