“If you want to see a first-class chump, just look at me,” he said.
“What’s up?” asked Joy.
“Been looking for matches in a pocket that’s soaked with salt water. We must have something to light this fire with. Joy, run down aft and see if you can find a match.”
“Excuse me,” hastily objected the lanky cadet. “Send Trolley.”
“Not much,” exclaimed that youth. “I no like French ghosts.”
“Then I’ll go myself,” replied Clif, moving toward the ladder.
“I say,” interrupted Joy, stopping him. “Why not send Nanny? The kid didn’t hear the voice. Perhaps he’ll solve the mystery.”
Clif chuckled.
“We’ll try it,” he decided, and forthwith began to shout for the youngster.