At that moment a drawling voice from somewhere back of the fringe of trees and bushes broke in with:
“I fancy I made that water hazard all right, though it was a close call. Which reminds me of the perhaps interesting fact that forty-five and sixty-four hundredths cylindrical feet of water will weigh twenty-two hundred and forty pounds, figuring one cubic foot of salt water at sixty-four and three-tenths pounds, if you get my meaning!” and there was a genial laugh.
“Well, I don't get it, and I don't care to,” was the rejoinder. “But I'm ready to bet you a cold bottle that you've gone into instead of over that water hazard.”
“Done! Come on, we'll take a look!”
CHAPTER XI. POISONOUS PLANTS
Colonel Ashley still stood, holding his now useless rod and line, gazing first at that, then at Shag and, anon, at the little swirl of the waters, marking where the big fish had disappeared from view.
“Shag!” exclaimed the colonel in an ominously, quiet voice.
“Yes, sah!”
“Do you know what that was?”