Young Hunters of the Lake — Edward Stratemeyer

"Boys, I'm going swimming. Who is going along?" "Count me in, Snap," answered Shep Reed. "Swimming?" came from a third youth of the crowd of four. "Why, you couldn't keep me away if you tried. I've been waiting for a swim for about eleven years---" "And a day," broke in a small, stout youth. "Don't forget the day, Whopper, if you want to be really truthful. "All right, put in the day," cheerfully assented the lad called Whopper, because of his propensity to exaggerate when speaking. "Of course you'll go, too, Giant?" he added, questioningly. "Will I?" answered the small youth. "Will a duck swim and a cow eat clover? To be sure I'll go. But I'll have to run home first and tell mother." "I'll have to go home, too," said the lad called Snap. "But I can be back here in a quarter of an hour." "Where shall we go?" asked Shep Reed. "I was thinking of going up to Lane's Cove," answered Snap Dodge. "Lane's Cove " cried the smallest youth of the crowd. "Yes. Isn't that a nice place?"