the taller eagle, Beverley by name, do his famous diving act. As performed nightly at the Hippodrome."
Bill looked at him uneasily.
"I say, really? It's beastly dirty water, you know."
"I'm afraid so, Bill. So it is written in the book of Jasher."
"Of course I knew that one of us would have to, but I hoped, well, it's a warm night."
"Just the night for a bathe," agreed Antony, getting up. "Well now, let's have a look for my tree."
They walked down to the margin of the pond and then looked back. Bill's tree stood up and took the evening, tall and unmistakable, fifty feet nearer to heaven than its neighbours. But it had its fellow at the other end of the copse, not quite so tall, perhaps, but equally conspicuous.
"That's where I shall be," said Antony, pointing to it. "Now, for the Lord's sake, count your posts accurately."
"Thanks very much, but I shall do it for my own sake," said Bill with feeling. "I don't want to spend the whole night diving."
"Fix on the post in a straight line with you and the splash, and then count backwards to the beginning of the fence."
"Right, old boy. Leave it to me. I can do this on my head."
