“I guess some howling blasts would make you the sigher, instead,” laughed Victor.
“Say, Bob!”
Tom Clifton’s voice cut sharply into the conversation.
“Let’s hear it, Tom.”
“I’ve been thinking about that ball nine of ours. Kirk Talbot had an awful nerve to——”
“Ha, ha!” grinned Victor. “Can’t you get that off your mind, Clifton?”
Tom tossed his head.
“I don’t want to,” he snapped. “Besides, I’ve got an idea, and a mighty good one. I’ll tell you all about it to-night.”
“Don’t hurry yourself. We can wait.” Victor nudged Charlie sharply in the ribs. “Say, Blakelets, don’t you wish you were going along with us on the ‘Fearless’ to-morrow?”
Charlie was one of those lads who possess a certain ill-defined dread of the water. At almost every roll of the deck rather shivery feelings coursed along his spine.