"I think so," rejoined his chum.
"Why?"
"Because, like last night's Zeppelin, he turned tail when he had a shrapnel bullet in his stern."
"That's all very well," said Ross, "but you can't explain all that to everyone. Why not call him Shrapnel?"
"All right. 'Shrap' for short," agreed Vernon. "Good boy, Shrap! Wag your tail, you little rascal."
And Shrap obeyed promptly. Evidently the choice of a name reminiscent of bodily injury troubled him not one jot.
CHAPTER XXV
Off the Belgian Coast
"A chance of seeing something exciting at last!" exclaimed Ross. "Of course we've not had altogether a dull time, but this ought to be absolutely 'it'."