til we're
dead in between the two. Get it as exact as you can--for your own sake."

"Steady!" said Bill warningly. "Back a little.... a little more .... a
little more forward again.... Right." Antony left the oars on the water
and looked around. As far as he could tell, they were in an exact line
with each pair of landmarks.

"Now then, Bill, in you go."

Bill pulled off his shirt and trousers, and stood up.

"You mustn't dive from the boat, old boy," said Antony hastily. "You'll
shift its position. Slide in gently."

Bill slid in from the stern and swam slowly round to Antony.

"What's it like?" said Antony.

"Cold. Well, here's luck to it."

He gave a sudden kick, flashed for a moment in the water, and was gone.
Antony steadied the boat, and took another look at his landmarks.

Bill came up behind him with a loud explosion. "It's pretty muddy," he
protested.

"Weeds?"

"No, thank the Lord."

"Well, try again."

Bill gave another kick and disappeared. Again Antony coaxed the boat
back into position, and again Bill popped up, this time in front of him.

"I feel that if I threw you a sardine," said Antony, with a smile,
"you'd catch it in your mouth quite prettily."

"It's awfully easy to be funny from where you are. How much longer have
I got to go on doing this?"

Antony looked at his watch.

"About three hours. We must get back before daylight. But be quicker if
you can, because it's rather cold for me sitting here."

Bill flicked a handful of water at him and disappeared again. He was
under for almost a minute this time, and there was a grin on his face
when it was visible again.

"I've got it, but it's devilish hard to get up. I'm not sure that it
isn't too heavy for me."

"That's all right," said Antony. He brought out a ball of thick string
from his pocket. "Get this through the handle if you can, and then we
can both pull."

"Good man." He paddled to the side, took one end of the string and
paddled back again. "Now then."

Two minutes later the bag was safely in the boat. Bill clambered in
after it, and Antony rowed back. "Well done, Watson," he said quietly,
as they landed. He fetched their two coats, and then waited, the bag in
his hand, while Bill dried and dressed himself. As soon as the latter
was ready, he took his arm and led him into the copse. He put the bag
down and felt in his pockets.

"I shall light a pipe before I open it," he said. "What about you?"

"Yes."

With