“And German, too!” he exclaimed. “Now what on earth does it mean? Where is the fellow, anyway?”
Joy was hungrily overhauling a locker which seemed filled with inviting-looking cans and jars.
“Don’t ask any foolish questions,” he said. “Here’s potted meats and jams and ship biscuit. Nanny, you half-sized idiot, get some water out of that breaker, and be durned quick about it.”
It was well on toward noon, and the boys were beginning to feel the gnawing of their naturally healthy appetites. They were also growing accustomed to the mysterious voice, so without more ado they joined Joy in his onslaught on the contents of the locker.
They were not disturbed while they attended to the pleasant business before them, so they made out fairly well.
“For this make us truly thankful,” said Joy, with a satisfied sigh as he polished off the last morsel before him.
“I say,” spoke up Nanny, “we’re better off than that cad, Judson Greene, even if we have a polyglot ghost in our midst.”
“Judson is bound to return,” said Clif, grimly. “When he does we’ll have a reckoning.”