Billy Worth was not so tactful.
“Come along, Alec,” he urged. “The water’s fine!”
“Can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m on police duty, as punishment.”
“Punishment? For what?”
“Carelessness,” was Alec’s truthful, albeit sulky, reply. “Yesterday I dumped ‘Buck’ Winter out of a canoe,—though it wasn’t all my fault. The kid wouldn’t keep still, and he told me he could swim like a fish,—and he was nearly drowned.”
“Gee! That little piker! Why, he can swim! Didn’t he capture two points from us last week, in the hundred yards?”
“Wrong again, Billy! It was his brother, who is the star swimmer of our patrol.”
“Well, your Otters put it all over us, Alec, in those water games.”