They knew, too, the issue of the disappearance of the moon—the desperate plight into which the sluggish bank of black cloud might plunge a man.
Yet they now moved out and shaped a course for the black bulk of the Spotted Horses.
This was in the direction of Blow-me-Down Dick of Ragged Run and the open sea.
"Come on!" said Doctor Luke.
"I'm comin', sir," Billy replied.
There was something between a chuckle and a laugh from Billy's direction.
Doctor Luke started.
"Laughing, Billy?" he inquired.
"I jus' can't help it, sir."