He could dart this way and that with wonderful speed, and turn and dive, and caper about in the water far better than he had ever been able to do on land--even before he got the wooden leg.

And a curious thing about this present experience was that the water did not cling to him and wet him as it had always done before.

He still wore his flannel shirt and pea jacket and his sailor cap; but although he was in the water and had been underneath the surface, the cloth still seemed dry and warm.

As he dived down and came up again, the drops flashed from his head and the fringe of beard, but he never needed to wipe his face or eyes at all.
Trot, too, was having queer experiences and enjoying them.

When she ducked under water, she saw plainly everything about her as easily and distinctly as she had ever seen anything above water.