He put his arm through Tom's with the contagious gaiety that was his, and started down the hill with him toward the lake.
"Come on, wake up, you old grouch," he said.
CHAPTER XV
COWARD!
There were not many boys bathing at the time this thing happened. Roy and several of the Silver Foxes were at a little distance from the shore practising archery, and a number of scouts from other troops lolled about watching them. Three or four boys from a Pennsylvania troop were having an exciting time with the rowboat, diving from it out in the middle of the lake. Pee-wee Harris and Dory Bronson, of Tom's patrol, were taking turns diving from the spring-board. Tom and Garry joined them and, as usual, whenever Garry was diving, boys sauntered down to the shore and watched.
"Here goes the Temple Twist," said he, turning a complete somersault and then jerking himself sideways so as to strike the water crossways to the spring-board.
There was some applause as he came up spluttering. Tom tried it, but could not get the twist.
"Try this on your piano," said Garry, diving and striking the water flat.