Young Hunters of the Lake; or, Out with Rod and Gun

"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.