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Page 82
"Yes. Better hang your coat over the sixth post, and then we
shall see it more easily. I'll put mine on the eighteenth. Are
you going to undress here or in the boat?"
"Some here, and some in the boat. You're quite sure that you
wouldn't like to do the diving yourself?"
"Quite, thanks."
They had walked round to the other side of the pond. Coming to
the sixth post of the fence, Bill took off his coat and put it in
position, and then finished his undressing, while Antony went off
to mark the eighteenth post. When they were ready, they got into
the boat, Antony taking the oars.
"Now, Bill, tell me as soon as I'm in a line with your two
marks."
He rowed slowly towards the middle of the pond.
"You're about there now," said Bill at last.
Antony stopped rowing and looked about him.
"Yes, that's pretty well right." He turned the boat's nose round
until it was pointing to the pine-tree under which Bill had lain.
"You see my tree and the other coat?"
"Yes," said Bill.
"Right. Now then, I'm going to row gently along this line until
we're dead in between the two. Get it as exact as you can--for
your own sake."
"Steady!" said Bill warningly. "Back a little .... a little more
.... a little more forward again .... Right." Antony left the
oars on the water and looked around. As far as he could tell,
they were in an exact line with each pair of landmarks.
"Now then, Bill, in you go."
Bill pulled off his shirt and trousers, and stood up.
"You mustn't dive from the boat, old boy," said Antony hastily.
"You'll shift its position. Slide in gently."
Bill slid in from the stern and swam slowly round to Antony.
"What's it like?" said Antony.
"Cold. Well, here's luck to it."
He gave a sudden kick, flashed for a moment in the water, and was
gone. Antony steadied the boat, and took another look at his
landmarks.
Bill came up behind him with a loud explosion. "It's pretty
muddy," he protested.
"Weeds?"
"No, thank the Lord."
"Well, try again."
Bill gave another kick and disappeared. Again Antony coaxed the
boat back into position, and again Bill popped up, this time in
front of him.
"I feel that if I threw you a sardine," said Antony, with a
smile, "you'd catch it in your mouth quite prettily."
"It's awfully easy to be funny from where you are. How much
longer have I got to go on doing this?"
Antony looked at his watch.
"About three hours. We must get back before daylight. But be
quicker if you can, because it's rather cold for me sitting
here."
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