“I’ll get it,” offered Frank. “You take it easy.”
“Oh, I’m not so badly off as all that.”
“Well, save yourself all you can. I’ll get the hammock.” And Frank did. As he came back with it he heard Hank saying to some one:
“Well it happened all right, didn’t it?”
“What happened?” asked Frank, quickly, a suspicion growing rapidly in his mind.
“None of your business! I wasn’t talking to you,” was the sharp retort.
“I’ll make it my business,” said Frank, as he slung Ned’s hammock for him.
“Here you! Quiet down back there!” came the orders from a petty officer, as he heard the talking.
Ned limped as he made his way across the deck to his new hammock, and Frank had to help him up into it.
“Queer sort of game,” murmured the younger lad, as he settled himself comfortably on the mattress. “Who do you suppose cut those ropes?”