"It's because there's nothing better than
heroism--bravery--risking your life."
"Diamonds--they might have a diamond cross, hey?"
"What for?"
"In case they found anything that's better than heroism.[missing: "?]
"What?"
"Oh, I don't know. There might be."
Garry turned and laughingly clapped Tom on the back. "I might push you
over this precipice and then jump down after you, hey?" he laughed.
"You'd be crushed to death yourself," said Tom.
"Well, stop talking nonsense or I'll do it. Come on, get your chores
done and we'll go down and have a swim. What'd' you say?"
He ran his hand through Tom's thick shock of hair and laughed again.
"Come on, forget it," said he. "I've only got two days more here and
I'm not going to miss a morning dip. Come on, I'll show you the double
twist dive."
He put his arm through Tom's with the contagious gaiety that was his,
and started down the hill with him toward the lake.
"Come on, wake up, you old grouch," he said.
CHAPTER XV
COWARD!
There were not many boys bathing at the time this thing happened. Roy
and several of the Silver Foxes were at a little distance from the shore
practising archery, and a number of scouts from other troops lolled
about watching them. Three or four boys from a Pennsylvania troop were
having an exciting time with the rowboat, diving from it out in the
middle of the lake. Pee-wee Harris and Dory Bronson, of Tom's patrol,
were taking turns diving from the spring-board.
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