Part 6 (1/2)

”Hold on to her, I suppose,” was the answer.

”But very likely you would be thrown to a distance, what then?”

”Why I should try and catch what was nearest to me,” replied Digby.

”But suppose there was nothing near you,” remarked his friend.

”Then, I suppose I should--. Let me see, I scarcely know what I should do--I should try to swim,” said Digby, after some hesitation.

”That is just what I wanted to bring you to,” said Marshall. ”You have not learned to swim, you know, and you a.s.suredly would not then swim for the first time, so that if no one was near to help you, you would inevitably be drowned. Take my advice--learn to swim forthwith; Toby will teach you. If you were to go to Eton, you would not be allowed to go in the boats till you had learnt. Everybody should know how to swim, both for their own sakes and for the benefit of their fellow-creatures.

It is really disgraceful for an English boy not to know how to do what even savages can do so well.”

Marshall went on in this style till Digby felt perfectly ashamed of himself, and resolved to learn as soon as possible if Toby would teach him. He was manly enough, as has been seen, in disposition, but all his knowledge of manly exercises he had acquired from John Pratt, except riding, which his father had taken a pride in teaching him. Swimming was not among John Pratt's accomplishments, and so Digby had remained ignorant of it. There are many boys like him, brought up at home or at small private schools, who are even worse off. In many instances their education is very carefully attended to, but for fear of accidents they are not allowed to bathe, or climb trees, or to shoot. Numbers have suffered from this mistake when they have had to go out into the world and take care of themselves--they have been drowned, when, had they been able to swim, their lives would have been saved; had they been accustomed to climb, they might have scaped from a burning house, a wrecked s.h.i.+p, or a wild beast, while they have been called upon to use fire-arms before they know how to load a gun.

”Toby,” said Digby, ”I want to learn how to swim.”

”Then come along, master,” replied the old man, and they rowed across to a quiet little bay, with a sandy sh.o.r.e, sheltered by rocks, on the side of the river opposite the town. ”Pull off your clothes, master,” said Toby, as they were still some little way from the sh.o.r.e.

Digby did as he was bid.

”Now, jump overboard,” added Toby.

Digby stood up, but as he looked into the water and could see no bottom, he shuddered at the thought of plunging in. Toby pa.s.sed a band round his waist with a rope to it, but Digby scarcely perceived this--he felt himself pushed, and over he went, heels over head, under the water.

”Oh, I'm drowning, I'm drowning,” he cried out when he came to the surface.

”Oh no, you're not, master, you're all right,” said the old man.

”Strike out for the sh.o.r.e, and try if you can't swim there.”

Digby did strike out, but wildly, and not in a way that would have kept him afloat.

”That's the way you'd have done if the boat was capsized, and you'd have drowned yourself and any one who came to help you,” remarked Toby; ”but catch hold of this oar. Now strike away with your feet, right astern; not out of the water, though; keep them lower down. That's the way to go ahead. Steady, though; strike both of them together. Slow, though; slower. We're in no hurry, there's plenty of time; you can learn the use of your hands another day. Draw your legs well under you. Now, as I give the word--strike out, draw up; strike out, draw up. That will do famously. If you keep steadily at it you'll learn to swim in a very few days.”

Digby felt rather tired when he and the boat at length reached the sh.o.r.e. He had some notion that he had towed her there, which he had not, though. He had learned an important part of the art of swimming.

When he came out of the water, and had dressed, Toby showed him how to use his hands.

”Now, Master Heathcote, look here. Do as I do.”

Toby put his hands together, with the fingers straight out and close to each other, and the palms slightly hollowed. Then he brought them up to his breast, and darting them forward, separated his hands and pressed them backwards till he brought his elbows down to the hips, close to his body, and again turned his wrists till his hands once more got back to the att.i.tude with which he had started. He made Digby do this over and over again, till he was quite eager to jump into the water and put his knowledge into practice.

”No, no, master,” said Toby, ”you've had bathing enough to-day. Just do you keep on doing those movements whenever you have a spare moment, and to-morrow we'll see how well you can do them in the water.”

Digby was certain that not only would he do them perfectly, but that he should be able to swim any distance.

Toby said nothing, but his nose curled up in its quiet funny way.

The next day was very fine, and all the boys came down to bathe, and to see Digby swim, as he boasted he could do perfectly well. They crossed over to the bay, all of them getting ready for a plunge.

”Now, Digby,” cried Marshall, when they got near the sh.o.r.e, ”overboard we go.”