Presently Nanny’s head and shoulders darkened the opening.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Where is the ship now?”
“Almost disappeared. Can just see a smudge.”
“And the launch?”
“Judson is still sailing in that direction.”
“I say, Nanny,” said Clif, sweetly, “just drop down into the crew’s quarters and see if you can find a match. I want to start a smoke. Hurry, that’s a good fellow. We haven’t any time to lose.”
Nanny vanished. The boys exchanged grins, and awaited results.
“If he survives the shock he’ll be an invalid for a week,” chuckled Joy.