The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 13 Page 11

with the spur, and waited for Dick to help her off and tie him.

“Cigars! — I’m in on that! — you can’t catch her!” Bert Wainwright called from the top of the high dive forty feet above. “Wait a minute! I’m coming!”

And come he did, in a swan dive that was almost professional and that brought handclapping approval from the girls.

“A sweet dive, balanced beautifully,” Graham told him as he emerged from the tank.

Bert tried to appear unconscious of the praise, failed, and, to pass it off, plunged into the wager.

“I don’t know what kind of a swimmer you are, Graham,” he said, “but I just want in with Dick on the cigars.”