The water was slightly cool, but the students at Putnam Hall were required to take cold baths weekly, so they did not mind the temperature.

Laughing and shouting gleefully they dove around in all directions, and then Tom suggested a race.
"Just the thing!" said another cadet.

"Where shall we race to"?
"Over to yonder rock and back," answered Tom.

"Line up, everybody.

A stale biscuit to the winner and a sour cream puff for the last man.