“Hullo there, commodore! what is it?” replied the tug captain.
The red-faced figure glared down for a moment.
“They want a tug up there at Heinzman's. Can you go?”
“Sure!” cried Marsh, choking.
The LUCY BELLE sheered off magnificently.
“What do you think of that?” Marsh asked Orde.
“The commodore always acts as if that old raft was a sixty-gun frigate,” was Orde's non-committal answer. “Head up stream again.”
Heinzman saw the SPRITE coming, and rowed out frantically, splashing at every stroke and yelling with every breath.
“Don't you go through there! Vait a minute! Stop, I tell you!”
“Hold up!” said Orde to Marsh.