and struck out for the side. When he got out, Phipps and Thomas had
just got in. Gorrick was standing at the end of the cocoanut matting
which formed a pathway to the spring-board. Gorrick was blue, but
determined.

"I say! Did I go in all right then?" inquired Gorrick.

"How the dickens do I know?" said Spencer, stung to fresh wrath by the
inanity of the question.

"Spencer did," said Thomas, appearing in the water below them and
holding on to the rail.

"Look here!" cried Spencer; "did you shove me in then?"

"Me! Shove!" Thomas's voice expressed horror and pain. "Why, you dived
in. Jolly good one, too. Reminded me of the diving elephants at the
Hippodrome."

And he swam off.

"That kid," said Gorrick, gazing after him, "wants his head smacked."

"Badly," agreed Spencer. "Look here! did he shove me in? Did you see
him?"

"I was doing my dive. But it must have been him. Phipps never rags in
the bath."

Spencer grunted--an expressive grunt--and, creeping down the steps,