“Here,” came from apparently a great distance.
“Where’s here?”
“Here, here, here. Can’t you see?”
The voice seemed to come from far away, and he drew in the oars, and stood up in the boat to look from side to side, searching eagerly, and trying to pierce the bushes and overhanging ivy, which screened the rocky shore.
“Here! Hoy!”
Fred faced round now, and looked across the lake, to see Nat standing on the farther shore.
“What are you doing? Got any?” shouted Nat.
Fred put his hands to the sides of his mouth, and shouted back.
“No! not yet.”
“Where’s Master Scarlett?”