“Dear, dear!” laughed Ruth. “They have discovered that even incipient congenital idiocy can be cured by the removal of the adenoids. But I don’t suppose such an operation will help you?”
“Oh, don’t tease a fellow,” complained her friend.
He reached for the throttle, then hesitated. Somewhere in the mist ahead was the throb of another engine.
“Who’s this?” muttered Chess.
“Maybe it is Tom—looking for us,” said Ruth, chuckling.
“The gall of him,” exclaimed the heated Copley. Then he made a gesture for silence. A long, quavering “co-ee! co-ee!” came through the mist and from the south.
“From one of the islands,” said Chess quickly.
“What island is that over there?” demanded Ruth, in a whisper. “Isn’t it the one we took the first picture on?”
“It sure is,” agreed the young fellow, but wonderingly.
“The Kingdom of Pipes,” murmured Ruth.