He then proceeded to hum "Reuben Ranzo;" but nobody liked to sing it, and Dick executed a solo for this unappreciative audience.
"How--how deep is the water inside the bar?" said chattering Jimmy Davis. He felt the cold night-air, and he shook as if he had an ague fit.
"Pretty deep," solemnly remarked Dab Richards.
The musical hum by the famous soloist, Dick Pray, ceased; only the breakers on the bar made their music.
Dick began to doubt seriously the advisability of dropping into that deep gulf reputed to be inside the bar. It was now not very far to the lighthouse, and the surf on the bar whitened in the moonlight and fell in a hushed, drowsy monotone. People by the shore may be hushed by this lullaby of the ocean, but to those boys there was nothing drowsy in its sound; it was very startling.
"I--I--I--" said Jimmy.
"What is it, Jimmy?" asked Dave.
Jimmy did feel like wishing aloud that he could be at home, but he concluded to say nothing about it. Steadily did the Relentless drift toward that snow-line in the dark sea.
"Almost there!" cried Dave.
"May strike any moment!" shouted Dab.