Another name was not long in coming.
"T-O-R-R-A-N-C-E!"
"They want you, too."
"Look, they are calling somebody else."
Quickly the Navy Boys spelt out the next name.
"D-O-N-A-H-U-E!"
"That's me," came in a groan from Frenchy.
"Maybe they don't want me," murmured Ikey.
"Don't you fool yourself," returned Whistler promptly. "We couldn't do without you."
"But they ain't wigwaging no more, Whistler."