“I no see him, Clif,” he replied. “And I no want to any more. By Jim! I no think him in there.”
“It has gone down,” reported Joy, grimly.
“Maybe there are more inside,” wailed Nanny. “Let’s go back to the launch. I’d rather starve than stay on this spooky old thing.”
Clif laughed in his old, merry way.
“We are children, every one of us,” he said, lightly. “Fancy being afraid of a dead man. Come; we’ll resume our investigating.”
“You don’t g-g-get me to leave th-this deck,” chattered Judson. “I know when I—I have had enough.”
He moved toward the launch as he spoke.
“Where are you going?” asked Clif.
“Into the boat.”
“If you do, I’ll cut the painter and let you slide,” continued Faraday. “What a coward you are!”