“Huzza! We’re homeward bound—ound—ound!
Huzza! We’re homeward bound!”
he trolled out merrily; and then, clapping his hands to his lips, “Español ahoy!” he shouted.
“Ahoy!” came back from the bank of trees across the little river.
“Español ahoy!” shouted the boy again, and there was the answering echo.
“Well, I hear you!” cried Rodd merrily. “But how did you get there without the boat?”
There was no answer to this.
“Coffee and fried ham!” roared Rodd.
“’Am!” came back.
“Yes, but it’s only bacon!” shouted Rodd.
“’Acon!”