"You leaped over."
"No, he couldn't do that, dad," interposed Bart. "He must have come in some other way."
"You overheard our talk?"
"I did."
At this Pete Rackley emitted a low whistle.
"In that case our cake is dough," he muttered.
"Not if I know it," muttered Lemuel Hankers, savagely. "Do you think I am to be worsted by a mere boy?" And he shook his fist at Dave.
All three of the young diver's enemies came to the edge of the stream.
"How did you get where you are?" repeated Lemuel Hankers.
"As I said before, I tumbled."