THE FIRST CAMPFIRE
"Tell me about that, will you!" gasped Jerry, as he bobbed above the surface.
He was swimming industriously to keep from being swept down with the current.
Frank, finding that the motor worked smoothly, and no damage had been done by the concussion, started it backing just enough to keep the boat steady.
He darted to the bow, where Bluff and Will were already hanging.
"What was it?" called the swimmer, who, now that he was in, seemed disposed to make a picnic of the affair, after his usual joking way.
"A snag, of course. I thought you were going to sing out if we came on one?" said Frank.
"I did, and you all heard me yell," asserted Jerry.
"Yes, while you were passing through the air. Much good that would do," observed Bluff, disposed to refuse such evidence.
"But there was nothing in sight. The snag must have been down under the surface, and the water is so brown I couldn't see it. My! but that was a vault! Talk about your high divers, there never was a prettier leap than that."