CHAPTER IV

MORE THRILLS


It was only a bare few seconds before the floating object had passed
within the shadow of the bridge, but there could be no doubt about
it; it was a boat, riding so low that only her outline showed. Jerry
rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but for only an instant. Then he
sprang to the other side of the bridge, shedding hat, coat,
trousers, shirt and shoes, on the way. So, at least, it seemed to
Dave, who caught his chum's arm, as Jerry poised himself, his body
white and gleaming in the moonlight, on the high rail that ran along
the edge.

"What you going to do, Jerry? It's a good thirty feet to the water--
and you don't know how deep it is down there."

"I'm diving shallow, Dave; two feet is all I ask below. We can't
take any chances of losing her. Carry my clothes along the bank,
will you? I'll try to make the east side--it looks a little closer."

In the few seconds they had talked, the boat had drifted under the
bridge and now cut through the silver-edged shadow of the last
timbers.

There was a quiver of the flimsy railing, a slender body cut through
the moonlight, parted the water with a clean _sush!_ and bobbed up
almost immediately, within three feet of the boat. Jerry Ring did
not have the reputation of being the best diver in Watertown for