“I’m hungry,” a low voice complained.
“Huh!” came another and gruffer voice. “You’re always hungry.”
“I haven’t had any supper.”
“Nor have we. But you don’t hear us growling about it.” [[188]]
“I wish I was home.”
My companion put a quick hand on my arm.
“Recognize that yap, Jerry?”
“It’s Red Meyers.”
“Sure thing.”
We guardedly put up our heads to get a better view of the boat’s passengers. It was our chums, all right! The girl was in the boat, too. My heart gave a happy bound.