"I'll give him a scare," he thought. "He is getting altogether too fresh."
"Danny Griswold, that gun is loaded, and they are going to fire it!" Merry cried, with well-simulated fear.
Danny's red head came farther out, like the head of a tortoise issuing from its shell.
"Then I suppose I shall be able to get out of here!" Danny chirped. "I can't do it, unless I am shot out. I slipped in here easy enough, but I've grown, I guess, for I can't slip back."
"How did you get in there, anyway?"
"Climbed in."
"I'm afraid you will have to climb out."
A gunner came hurrying upon the scene.
"Wh-what?" he sputtered.
"Our little friend is in need of assistance. If he gets out of there he will never play cannon-ball again."