“Five feet’s as good as twelve,” answered Dan calmly.
“Not for me it isn’t,” said Tom.
“I know, Tommy; it takes more water to float you.”
“Huh!” grunted Tom. “I can beat you floating!”
“I don’t believe you could sink if you tried,” said Dan.
“Then what did you just su-su-say it took more water——”
“Shut up, you fellows,” interrupted Bob. “Here’s the office. Let’s learn the worst.”
It was soon learned. The operator shook his head before Dan could ask a question. Tom groaned loudly.
“I’ll stay here awhile,” said Dan soberly. “You fellows go on back if you want to. I’ll be there at a little after twelve.”
“Well, all right,” said Nelson. “Only if you don’t hear by that time I’d better telegraph to my folks. Supposing I write out a message now? Then if you don’t get any word you can send it.”