wanted, and then the soldiers said they were going to take a swim. The boys were willing, and soon the whole crowd were in the water, calling out and laughing and having a good time generally.
"Don't go too far down the stream," cautioned Lambert. "The falls are below, and you might get caught in the rapids."
"All right, we'll surely remember," answered Joe.
"I'll race you across the river and back," said Darry, a little later.
"Done!" cried Joe. "To what point?"
"To that willow hanging down near the big rock."
So it was agreed, and in a minute both boys were off. They were good swimmers, and the race interested the soldiers, so that they gave up sporting around to watch the result.
At this point the stream widened out to nearly two hundred feet, so the race was not a particularly short one. The water ran quite swiftly, and they soon found they had to swim partly up stream to prevent being carried below the willow.
Darry made the mark first, and, touching the willow, started on the return. Joe was close behind, and now it became a neck-and-neck race between them.
