Out along the pier they ran and dived in.
"The water's just fine for swimming to-day," ecstatically remarked Tom Reade, as he came up, blew the water from his mouth and took a few strokes.

"In fact, the water's too fine." "Too fine ?" queried Dave.

"How so ?" "Why, it makes a fellow feel so fine," retorted Tom, "that I'm afraid it will make us all winners, and then there won't be any glory for either school." The North Grammar boys now splashed in.

Len Spencer, who had just seen to the placing of the further stake boat, now returned in the launch.
Both the squad race and the individual contest were to be for a quarter of a mile straightaway, with the start from a moored raft down the river.
"Every one pile aboard!" called Len, the launch that he was on gliding in at the pier.

Wet swimmers dropped into the launch until it was filled.