I said, "Yes, I know; but try to take it easy now, because we're coming to shore. You have to act like a real hero."
But as soon as we came into shallow water he jemped out of the boat and scooted around the edge of the pavilion, like a wild animal. In a couple of seconds everybody in camp was around the boat, waiting to hear what the camp doctor said. As soon as I knew that the fellow was going to be all right, I went away to find Skinny. No one else seemed to miss him.
Pretty soon I heard a voice calling, "What's your hurry, Blakeley?" and I turned around and saw Bert Winton hurrying to catch up to me.
"I'm going to look for that kid," I said.
For about half a minute we walked along together, and then he said kind of quiet, sort of, "Do you think he's crazy?"
"I don't think he's exactly crazy," I said; "but he's all gone to pieces."
"He sounded crazy from the shore," he said.
"He didn't know what he was saying, anybody could tell that," I answered him.
"What did he do?" Winton asked me.
"Oh, he just nearly killed him trying to save him," I said.
