"It is, and——"
"Ship ahoy. What ship is that?" bellowed the inspector through his megaphone.
"'Richmond' from Duluth with ore."
"The what?"
"'Richmond'!" roared Bob from the lower deck.
"I don't catch it."
"Six o'clock," howled Jarvis with his hands to his mouth, at which there was a loud laugh from the ship's company.
"Steamer 'Richmond,'" shouted the captain. "Why don't you open your ears? Think we can stand here yelling like wild Indians all night?"
The inspector did not answer. From past experience he realized the futility of an argument with a lake captain.