“Oh-oh,” he said rapturously. “And what’s the name of it? Go on, though.”
Frank thought a moment.
“Can’t remember the next verse,” he said. “But it’s ‘Atalanta in Calydon.’ ”
“Oh, she’s the chap that went out hunting with her maidens,” said David confidently.
“She is. Look out, there’s a jelly-fish. All right, it’s floating by. I say, the water’s as warm as—as—I don’t know.”
“I think you’re babbling,” said David. “Go on about Atalanta. Did she have good sport?”
Maddox laughed, forgetting that he was balanced in a briny sea, and swallowed a large quantity of it.
“What’s the row?” asked David. “What did I say?”
Maddox ejected as much of the water as was accessible.
“Oh, you are such a kid,” he said, “and I keep forgetting it.”