“Sissy,” Jerry laughed and went splashing past him. “Yipes! It’s ice!”
“Well, don’t kick it all over me!” Sandy roared.
Quiz gritted his chattering teeth. “The only way to get into ice water is fast.” He belly-whopped between Jerry and Sandy, spraying them from head to foot.
“You sneak,” Jerry gasped.
“C’mon,” Sandy laughed. “Let’s duck him.” He dove in after Quiz.
After a few minutes they began to enjoy their bath thoroughly. “It’s not so cold,” Sandy said.
Jerry flopped on his back and blew a stream of water into the air like a whale. “We’re just too numb to feel it. Look, I’m turning blue.”
“I don’t care. It feels like heaven after hiking twenty miles through the woods with the temperature at an even hundred.”
Russ swam over to them. “How do you know it was a hundred?”
“I’ve got a thermometer,” Quiz told him. “In the little glade where I ate lunch, it was one hundred degrees Fahrenheit at a quarter past twelve.”