“What’s the matter?”
“Well, if that’s what you heard the other times, I wouldn’t be in a great hurry if I were you.”
“Why not? Are you crazy, Grant? Can’t you tell by that voice that some one is in trouble? Aren’t you going to help him?”
“Did you ask me if I was crazy?”
“I did, and I think you are, too. Please hurry, Grant.”
“Oh, no, I’m not crazy,” said Grant, and there was no mistaking the fact that he was laughing now. “I’m not crazy, but you’re loony.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s a loon you hear out there.”
“A loon,” exclaimed John in amazement. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about a bird. That noise you hear is made by a bird named a loon. Haven’t you ever heard one before?”