“What do you call that?” one of them yelled. “Look what’s going by, will you!”
I shouted, “Good morning, it’s a beautiful afternoon this evening, isn’t it? Have you done your good turns yet?”
They all jumped up and stood on the shore, staring.
“What in the dickens——” one of them began.
“Will you look at that!” another one said.
“Where did you fellows come from?” Charlie Seabury called. “How did you get that car on a boat?”
“You forget we have brains,” I shouted, “even if we do belong in the same patrol with you. We’re just going for a little sail; we’ll be back in a couple of months. How did you like the movies?”
“Well—I’ll—be—jiggered!” Hunt Manners shouted, just staring at us.
I said, “Oh, don’t be jiggered so early in the morning. We’re just making a strategic retreat from Cat-tail Marsh while the mosquitoes are having breakfast. You know what strategy is, don’t you? You’ve heard of that?”
“We’re going across the ocean,” the inventor called.