Still no response was given to his call.
“Maybe we had better shout together. Two can make more noise than one,” suggested Fred, rising from his seat as he spoke. “Now, then,” he added, “when I say three, let’s yell together.”
But though the boys united a half-dozen times in their shouts, the silence of the night was still unbroken and no signs of the presence of the Gadabout were seen.
CHAPTER XII
THE SEARCH IN THE NIGHT
“This is becoming pretty serious,” said Fred in a low voice when both he and John were convinced that they were not near the missing Gadabout.
“You went too far to the right,” retorted John. “I thought you were going in the wrong direction.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so, then?”
“If I had, I would have been told my advice was good when it was asked for.”
“Never mind, Jack,” said Fred, his friendliness returning and manifesting itself in the tones of his voice. “Things aren’t so bad, and they might be a good deal worse. I guess the Gadabout is off yonder,” he added, pointing to the East as he spoke. “I’ll row a while in that direction and we’ll try it again.”
Seating himself at the oars Fred pulled in the direction he had suggested. When several minutes had elapsed, once more he ceased rowing and both boys united in a hail. Still there was no response made to their calls and the spirits of the boys drooped accordingly.