To drive away your sleep."
"That sounds like more trouble," said Bob, with a laugh.
"Pirates of the Bounding Deep," shrieked John Hackett.
"Of the bounding, bounding deep," echoed the others, in turn.
"And we're just as bad when off the sea,
As real ones on the ocean be."
It was Nat who uttered the last words, which he followed by a series of frightful discords through the megaphone.
Straight up to the camp-fire, in single file, they came, swinging their lanterns, as they ranged themselves around.
"I told you boys that this cheery blaze must mark the retreat of our friends, the little ancient mariners, who sail on land and try to catch dickey birds without the use of salt," laughed Nat.
"And we are overflowing with joy at this chance meeting," put in John Hackett.