“I hate a suspicious person,” Chub grumbled. “That’s what I like about Dick. He’s never suspicious.” Whereupon Chub dived quickly and grabbed the unsuspicious one by the ankle and for a minute the water boiled as the two struggled together. At length Chub broke away and fled to the beach, and presently they were all out of the water and sunning themselves on the sloping surface of Round Head. Harry and Snip joined them, Snip hitting upon the enjoyable pastime of licking the boys’ faces as soon as they lay down and closed their eyes against the sunlight. This innocent diversion proved to be Snip’s undoing, for while he was operating on Dick, that youth, unable to stand the tickling sensation any longer, arose suddenly and toppled the luckless Snip over the edge of the rock into the water. “Oh, he will drown!” wailed Harry. But Snip came up coughing and choking and struck out bravely for the beach, and his anxious mistress reached him just in time to get well spattered as he emerged from the water and shook himself. “I thought you said he could swim beautifully,” said Chub. “Well, didn’t he?” “Yes, but you were scared he’d drown. If you knew he could swim--” “Of course I knew he could swim, but--but supposing a shark got him!” And she was quite incredulous when they assured her that there were no sharks that far up the Hudson. “You don’t know anything about it,” she said. “A shark could swim up here if he wanted to.” “Oh, well, the only shark Snip need be afraid of is a dog-shark,” said Chub. “And they keep those muzzled.” Presently, inaction beginning to pall on them, they started diving from the rock, Dick, who knew little about diving, cheerfully striving to duplicate every stunt shown by Roy and Chub and coming many a cropper in consequence. Then they had a foot-race up the beach which Chub won handily, and a broad-jumping contest which went to Roy. “What time do we have dinner?” asked Chub, as he climbed back to the rock, panting. “Any time; whenever we’re ready for it,” answered Roy. “Well, I’m ready right now,” Chub assured him. “What time is it, do you suppose?” “About a quarter of twelve,” replied Dick after a scrutiny of the sun and the shadows. “Let’s mosey back and get dressed. There are potatoes to get ready.” “O-o-oh!” howled Chub. “What’s the matter?” asked Harry anxiously. “I hurt my wrist when I was jumping,” answered Chub. “Badly? Did you sprain it?” “Well, I don’t think it’s actually sprained,” answered Chub cautiously, “but it’s too badly hurt to allow me to hold a potato-knife.” “Oh!” said Harry indignantly, as the others laughed. “I thought you meant it.” “For that,” said Roy, “we’ll make him peel them all, eh, Dick?” “Every last one,” replied Dick sternly. There was no answer from Chub for a moment. Then he observed casually, apparently addressing his remarks to Snip: “I was reading somewhere the other day that the most healthful way in which to eat potatoes was with the bark on.”