"If only I could dive like that," Ernestine breathed her admiration.
"But I never shall. d.i.c.k says diving is a matter of timing, and that"s why Paula does it so terribly well. She"s got the sense of time--"
"And of abandon," Graham added.
"Of willed abandon," d.i.c.k qualified.
"Of relaxation by effort," Graham agreed. "I"ve never seen a professional do so perfect a turn and a half."
"And I"m prouder of it than she is," d.i.c.k proclaimed. "You see, I taught her, though I confess it was an easy task. She coordinates almost effortlessly. And that, along with her will and sense of time--why her first attempt was better than fair."
"Paula is a remarkable woman," Mrs. Tully said proudly, her eyes fluttering between the second hand of the watch and the unbroken surface of the pool. "Women never swim so well as men. But she does.--Three minutes and forty seconds! She"s beaten her father!"
"But she won"t stay under any five minutes, much less ten," d.i.c.k solemnly stated. "She"ll burst her lungs first."
At four minutes, Mrs. Tully began to show excitement and to look anxiously from face to face. Captain Lester, not in the secret, scrambled to his feet with an oath and dived into the tank.
"Something has happened," Mrs. Tully said with controlled quietness.
"She hurt herself on that dive. Go in after her, you men."
But Graham and Bert and d.i.c.k, meeting under water, gleefully grinned and squeezed hands. d.i.c.k made signs for them to follow, and led the way through the dark-shadowed water into the crypt, where, treading water, they joined Paula in subdued whisperings and gigglings.
"Just came to make sure you were all right," d.i.c.k explained. "And now we"ve got to beat it.--You first, Bert. I"ll follow Evan."
And, one by one, they went down through the dark water and came up on the surface of the pool. By this time Mrs. Tully was on her feet and standing by the edge of the tank.
"If I thought this was one of your tricks, d.i.c.k Forrest," she began.
But d.i.c.k, paying no attention, acting preternaturally calmly, was directing the men loudly enough for her to hear.
"We"ve got to make this systematic, fellows. You, Bert, and you, Evan, join with me. We start at this end, five feet apart, and search the bottom across. Then move along and repeat it back."
"Don"t exert yourselves, gentlemen," Mrs. Tully called, beginning to laugh. "As for you, d.i.c.k, you come right out. I want to box your ears."
"Take care of her, you girls," d.i.c.k shouted. "She"s got hysterics."
"I haven"t, but I will have," she laughed.
"But d.a.m.n it all, madam, this is no laughing matter!" Captain Lester spluttered breathlessly, as he prepared for another trip to explore the bottom.
"Are you on, Aunt Martha, really and truly on?" d.i.c.k asked, after the valiant mariner had gone down.
Mrs. Tully nodded. "But keep it up, d.i.c.k, you"ve got one dupe. Elsie Coghlan"s mother told me about it in Honolulu last year."
Not until eleven minutes had elapsed did the smiling face of Paula break the surface. Simulating exhaustion, she slowly crawled out and sank down panting near her aunt. Captain Lester, really exhausted by his strenuous exertions at rescue, studied Paula keenly, then marched to the nearest pillar and meekly b.u.mped his head three times against the concrete.
"I"m afraid I didn"t stay down ten minutes," Paula said. "But I wasn"t much under that, was I, Aunt Martha?"
"You weren"t much under at all," Mrs. Tully replied, "if it"s my opinion you were asking. I"m surprised that you are even wet.--There, there, breathe naturally, child. The play-acting is unnecessary. I remember, when I was a young girl, traveling in India, there was a school of fakirs who leaped into deep wells and stayed down much longer than you, child, much longer indeed."
"You knew!" Paula charged.
"But you didn"t know I did," her Aunt retorted. "And therefore your conduct was criminal. When you consider a woman of my age, with my heart--"
"And with your blessed, bra.s.s-tack head," Paula cried.
"For two apples I"d box your ears."
"And for one apple I"d hug you, wet as I am," Paula laughed back.
"Anyway, we did fool Captain Lester.--Didn"t we, Captain?"
"Don"t speak to me," that doughty mariner muttered darkly. "I"m busy with myself, meditating what form my vengeance shall take.--As for you, Mr. d.i.c.k Forrest, I"m divided between blowing up your dairy, or hamstringing Mountain Lad. Maybe I"ll do both. In the meantime I am going out to kick that mare you ride."
d.i.c.k on The Outlaw, and Paula on The Fawn, rode back side by side to the Big House.
"How do you like Graham?" he asked.
"Splendid," was her reply. "He"s your type, d.i.c.k. He"s universal, like you, and he"s got the same world-marks branded on him--the Seven Seas, the books, and all the rest. He"s an artist, too, and pretty well all-around. And he"s good fun. Have you noticed his smile? It"s irresistible. It makes one want to smile with him."
"And he"s got his serious scars, as well," d.i.c.k nodded concurrence.
"Yes--right in the corners of the eyes, just after he has smiled, you"ll see them come. They"re not tired marks exactly, but rather the old eternal questions: Why? What for? What"s it worth? What"s it all about?"
And bringing up the rear of the cavalcade, Ernestine and Graham talked.
"d.i.c.k"s deep," she was saying. "You don"t know him any too well. He"s dreadfully deep. I know him a little. Paula knows him a lot. But very few others ever get under the surface of him. He"s a real philosopher, and he has the control of a stoic or an Englishman, and he can play-act to fool the world."
At the long hitching rails under the oaks, where the dismounting party gathered, Paula was in gales of laughter.
"Go on, go on," she urged d.i.c.k, "more, more."
"She"s been accusing me of exhausting my vocabulary in naming the house-boys by my system," he explained.
"And he"s given me at least forty more names in a minute and a half.--Go on, d.i.c.k, more."
"Then," he said, striking a chant, "we can have Oh Sin and Oh Pshaw, Oh Sing and Oh Song, Oh Sung and Oh Sang, Oh Last and Oh Least, Oh Ping and Oh Pong, Oh Some, Oh More, and Oh Most, Oh Naught and Oh Nit..."
And d.i.c.k jingled away into the house still chanting his extemporized directory.
CHAPTER XVII