The next thing I knew there was a loud splash and I heard the spring-board down on the shore crack, and when I looked there I could see it jumping up and down. I knew what that meant. "Who dived?" Westy shouted; "he must be crazy! He can't make it. Hurry up, let's get a boat out! Do you hear the voice now?" After that everything seemed to happen all in a jumble. Westy and Doc and I ran to the landing and got one of the boats off, while the fellows up on the porch shouted to the fellow who had dived to come back, because he couldn't make it. I heard one fellow yell, "You're crazy; come back while you can! They're getting a boat out!" I was so busy helping to push the boat into deep water that I didn't think any more about the fellow who dived, only I supposed he must have turned back. I heard the fellows shouting, but I didn't pay any attention. Out on the lake I could hear the voice now calling help, and it sounded creepy, like a person trying to call while he's gargling. Doc said, "It's all up with him; hurry, anyway." It was pretty hard getting the boat started, because the wind kept blowing it ashore, and we had to pull and tug for all we were worth. I got in back of it and shoved out till I was beyond my depth, then jumped in while Dock and Westy pulled for all they were worth, trying to get her ahead. I guess most everybody at the camp was up on the porch by now, and there were a lot crowding on the spring-board. "Pull hard," Doc said; "the next cry will be the last one; I know the sound." Just then we heard a long cry, but it didn't say any word, just h--e-- e-- And then it stopped. Doc said, "Pull hard anyway; you steer her, Roy. Right over there--a little to the left--you can see the canoe." I looked over there and saw it upset and no one was near it. * * * * * I can't tell you all about what happened. I tried and tore up three pages. Because it makes me all excited myself, as you might say. I can hear that crowd on the porch shouting just as plain as on that very day it happened. And every time it rains and it's dark and windy, it reminds me of it too. The next thing I knew we were right close beside two fellows and Westy was holding them and shouting, "_Let go, I've got him!_" The fellow who wouldn't let go was Skinny.