Dan Davis was dimly conscious of observing all these peaceful signs, though his mind was upon other things.
Once more he raised his voice.
"Tom!" he shouted with all the strength of his lusty lungs.
"Git out, you lubber!"
Dan actually jumped. The voice had seemed to be right at his ear. The voice was hoarse and jeering. The Battleship Boy glanced about him quickly, but could see nothing that looked like a human being.
"That you, Tom?" he demanded.
A shriek of wild laughter was the answer to his question.
Glancing up among the beams, Dan Davis gave a gasp. He understood.
"A parrot! Hello, Tom, is that your name?" he questioned.
The parrot laughed shrilly.