“I will,” laughed Nicky, turning and swimming slowly up the inlet.
They watched him anxiously. He waved an arm reassuringly and in a hundred easy strokes was at the point where the inlet turned out of their sight.
“Don’t go around there by yourself!” called Cliff.
“It’s just the same, around the bend,” Nicky said as he trod water for an instant. Then he swam out of their sight.
“Nicky!” called Tom anxiously.
There was a moment of silence, then a faint answer came. The place seemed suddenly to be spooky and queer.
Of a sudden there was a sharp, low cry, and then silence.
Tom and Cliff looked at each other.
“Nicky!” shrilled Tom.
They strained their ears.