Like a rubber ball Dick Hamilton arose in the air. He curled himself up into a lump as he leaped, and then, to the surprise of his companions, he turned over not twice, but three times ere he struck the water, which closed up over his feet as they disappeared.
"Well—wouldn't that sizzle your side combs!" cried Bricktop. "Three times!"
"A triple!" added Walter Mead. "Whoever would think Dick could do it!"
"Aw, he's been practicing," called Frank, as he circled about in the water, watching for Dick to come up. "He's been doing it on the sly, and he's kept quiet about it."
"Just like Dick," added Bill. "He isn't satisfied to do ordinary stunts."
"Well, he's done a good one this time," said Fred Murdock. "Say, isn't he staying under a long time?"
There was no sight of the millionaire youth.
"Maybe he hit his head on a rock," suggested Bricktop, in some alarm.
"That's so," went on Fred. "This place isn't any too deep, and he came down hard."
"Maybe we'd better go in after him," remarked Walter.
"Dive down!" called Bill to Frank.
The boys were becoming frightened. Not a ripple, save the little waves made by Frank, as he stood upright, treading water, disturbed the expanse of the swimming hole. There was no sign
