CHAPTER XIV
A NIGHT IN THE FOG
“What’s that?” cried Ted, sitting up in bed, his mind too dulled by sleep to identify the sound that had awakened him so suddenly.
“What’s what?” growled his brother, who had been aroused by Ted’s cry.
“That noise I heard?”
“Noise nothing! Go to sleep! You were dreaming.”
“But I tell you I heard something. Why, it—”
His words were interrupted, however, by the ear-splitting screech of the Admiral’s siren.
“There! What did I tell you?” gloated the younger boy. “I knew—”
But again his words were silenced by another shrill whistle.