“I certainly do feel fine,” exclaimed Fred as he took in a deep breath of the pure air that was blown upon them straight up from the waters of the sea. “The air is fine to-day.”
“Well, it ought to be, every day,” laughed Grant. “After it has traveled a couple of thousand miles across the water it ought to be pretty nearly pure.”
“And have no dust in it,” added Fred.
“That’s right,” said Grant. “Where’s John?”
“I don’t see him,” said Fred, turning to look for his companion. “I hope he didn’t try to swim out very far. That’s always a fool trick, I think.”
“Where is he?” exclaimed Grant, somewhat alarmed at not discovering his friend.
“There he is,” cried Fred suddenly.
“Where?”
“Why out there. Don’t you see him?”
“He’s crazy,” said Grant angrily. “Why does he want to go so far out? He can swim just as well along shore and not take half the risk. Suppose anything should happen to him now, we couldn’t help him a bit.”