Its work! I repeated the words in my pondering mind. What was its work? What could be its object in repeatedly coming to the scow? Was it indeed a man as we had thought? Or was it, after all, a spirit from another world?
“Jerry!”
Carried along by my thoughts of ghosts and spirits, I gurgled, startled, as my chum’s low sharp voice came out of the darkness a few feet away.
“Let’s get out of this,” I shivered.
“There’s no one here,” he declared, talking to me over the side of the scow.
“We heard some one.”
“Our ears must have tricked us.”
I was still shivering.
“Get in the boat,” I urged, “and we’ll row back to the island.”
“Huh! And what are we going to tell Red and Peg when they ask us where the food is?” [[125]]