"And how, pray?" said the young man, blushing at the memory of his
startling appearance upon that rock.

"I knew that any fellow who could take that dive wouldn't likely let
himself drown. I guessed, too, that if you heard me hoot--"

"I did," said the youth.

"You sure would get slippy right away."

"I did."

"I guess you were pretty well startled yourself, weren't you?" said the
girl, pursuing the subject with cool persistence.

"Rather," said the young man, blushing more violently, and wishing she
would change the subject. "You are going out?" he enquired.

"Yes."

"To-day?"

"Now--right away."

"Too bad," he said, his disappointment evident in his tone.

"When are you going out? But who are you, anyway?" asked the girl. "You
have to tell me that."

"My life story, so to speak?"