And they’ll try to make a fuss;
But you’ll never hear of Thornton any more.”
The rival students sang these lines with the greatest gusto, Owen Andrews and his tin horn again taking a prominent part.
Bill Stiles yelled to Lon Bates, and, in a moment, the “Reindeer” and “Dart” had come to a stop. Then the two skippers brought their boats alongside the “Gray Gull.”
“Well,” said Lon Bates, “guess you fellows had a frightful scare, all right.”
“Scare?” answered Jack. “Scare?—what does that word mean?”
“I see,” chuckled Bates, “you are just as chipper as ever.”
“Oh, yes; it doesn’t wear off,” laughed Jack.
“You’re mighty good sleepers,” went on Bates. “Never even heard us pull up the anchor, and didn’t awake till we’d towed you about five miles.”
“I suppose you boys are going back now, and are ready for a winter’s grind?” said Redfern.