“Shure, sor, the lake has gone!”
Frank gave a loud shout.
“Heigho, Beere!” he cried, “the time for action has come. We are just in time. The lake has gone out.”
“Eh—w—what?” sputtered the captain, rolling out of his berth. “You don’t mean that?”
“Yis, sor, for I saw it wid me own eyes!” cried Barney, “shure, cum up an’ ye kin see fer yersilf.”
The captain leaped into his trousers. Then he sprang up the cabin stairs with Frank.
In a moment all were at the rail. Then there was an astounded silence.
Barney’s hair fairly rose on end. He gazed down below, then up at the sky, then around him. Then he gasped for breath.
“Mither av Moses! Did ye iver see the loikes! Shure it has cum back agin!”
Both Frank and the captain looked sharp at the Celt.