"Now, then, look." He threw up his arms, joined his hands as he stood facing me, made a sort of jump and turned right over, plunging down before me, his legs and feet coming right out, and then for some seconds there was a great deal of turmoil and splashing in the muddy water, and he came up close to the bank.
"That's the way," he cried, panting.

"You have to try to get to the bottom, and that gives you confidence." "I didn't learn that way," shouted George Day.

"See me float!" We all looked, and he turned over on his back, but splashed a good deal to keep himself up.

Then all at once he went under, and my heart seemed to stand still, but he came up again directly, shaking his head and spitting.
"Tread water!" he cried; and he seemed to be wading about with difficulty.
"Is it deep there ?" I shouted.
"Look," he cried; and raising his hands above his head he sank out of sight, his hands disappearing too, and then he was up again directly and swam to the bank.
"I wish I could swim like you do," I said, looking at him with admiration.
"Well, it's easy enough," he said.

"Come along." "Shall I ?" "Yes.