of Dick Hamilton. Frank prepared for a dive, when, suddenly, at some distance from shore something shot up through the water. It was the hand and arm of a boy. An instant later his head and shoulders popped into view.
"There he is!" cried Walter.
"It's about time he came up," said Bill, somewhat sharply, for Dick's long under-water swim had frightened the boys.
"How's that, fellows?" asked Dick, as he shook the water from his face, and struck out for shore.
"You win!" cried Frank, "but please don't give us heart disease again."
"Why; what's the matter?"
"We'd thought you'd struck on a stone and weren't going to come up again."
"No danger of that," answered Dick, with a laugh. "I'm having too much fun at camp here, to stay down there. Did I make a good dive?"
"Did you? Say, you've got us all beat to a pig's whisper on Fourth of July," admitted Bricktop. "How'd you do it?"
"Yes, I wish you'd show me," added Frank. "You must have been practicing it."
"I have," admitted Dick. "It's easy when you know how. After you do a double summersault, all you have to do—is to make another one, making three in all, and you can see that I had nothing concealed up my sleeve, and"
"And you did it without the aid of a net,"
