“I was thinking of taking a dip myself,” he said as he climbed out and took the painter, “but I don’t know about going into the same ocean as you chaps.”
But a few minutes later they were standing, all four of them, on the after deck of the Vagabond, clad in their bathing suits.
“I’ll bet it’ll be as cold as thunder!” said Dan with a shudder.
“Bound to,” agreed Bob. “All in when I say three.” The rest assented.
“One!” counted Bob.
“Go slow, please!” Nelson begged.
“Two!” They all threw their hands over their heads and poised for the dive.
“Four!”
Three bodies splashed simultaneously into the water. Bob, grinning like the Cheshire cat, seated himself on the bench in the cockpit and awaited their reappearance. Dan’s head came up first, and he shook his fist.
“You just wait till I get you in the water!” he threatened.