"I don't know anything about it," said Scoutmaster Ned, reaching for his plaited khaki jacket; "I don't know any more about it than you do. Nobody could get in that place, so I don't see how anyone could get out. Come ahead, Bill," he added hastily, addressing the other scoutmaster. This was followed by a vociferous chorus.
"Can I go?"
"I'm with you."
"I'll row."
"No you won't, I will."
"You mean me."
"Get from under and go back to bed," said Scoutmaster Ned, excitedly. "What do you fellows think this is; a regatta?"
"Aren't we going to chase them?"
"You're going to chase yourselves. Do you think we've got a battleship? We've only got one of the boats here. Chuck me that leather case--"
"Your pistol?"