Then, still scarcely believing that he heard aright, he jumped up hastily.
Yes, there was no doubt about it now.
With a loud, “Wake up, fellows!” Bob Somers was at the door.
CHAPTER XXI
A MIDNIGHT TOW
Bob’s yell and the sound of the opening door caused the utmost confusion. Jack, half-awakened, almost fell out of his bunk; Dave Brandon and Tommy were up in an instant, while the others scrambled to a standing position almost in unison. Then, their senses taking in the extraordinary situation, all followed Bob, Joe stumbling over the terrified Confuse-us and going down on hands and knees.
The “Gray Gull,” without any effort on its own part, was cutting through the water at a speed which it had never before attained.
Jack Lyons and Bob had disappeared around the side of the boat.
“Well, well!” exclaimed the latter. “Did you ever! The Ripley and Thornton boys again—and—and towing us to beat the band!”
A terrific din suddenly filled the air; above the shrill blasts from a horn rose a chorus of loud yells. It was quite the most inharmonious combination of sounds they had ever heard, and Owen Andrews and his tin horn, as a sound producer, were voted an enormous success.