"On top of the water, Dave," laughed Nat.
"Big and little fishes! I don't care for this," grumbled Kirk. "There are some whopping big steamers on this bay. Did you hear that?"
A blast from a fog-horn sounded far ahead.
"Better turn in shore," suggested Dick.
"Who's doing this, Travers?" demanded Nat. "Never saw such scared cats, eh, Hacky?"
Pulling out his megaphone, the leader of the Nimrods continued: "Each fellow take a whoop through this. Here goes number one!"
An astonishingly discordant series of blasts rolled over the water. "Sounds like a wildcat getting hit by John Hackett," laughed Nat. "Here, Somers, let's see what kind of a yell you have. Pass it along. I'll take that wheel.
"Christopher!" he added, a few moments later; "Somers, that screech of yours reminds me of a circular saw cutting a board."
"He means when it hits a nail," explained John Hackett.
Bob laughed, and handed the megaphone to Tommy Clifton.