The young giant’s wailing notes ceased, and he peered eagerly around.
“Well?” questioned Dave.
“I’m still growing.”
“Goodness gracious!”
“Yes; it’s a fact—an’ most seven feet now.” The giant seemed almost on the verge of blubbering. Then, with an effort, he controlled his voice. “But say, who are you?”
“One member of the Rambler Club, and one near-member,” grinned Victor.
“There it goes again—always the same; every one has to guy me. Oh, I’m the most miserable chap in the whole——”
“Avast there, my hearty!” laughed Dave. “I’ll explain.” And he did, while the giant listened with rapt attention.
“Oh, if I could only do something like that, too,” he murmured, when Dave had concluded. “What a dandy lot of fun you fellows are going to have. But it’s no use!”
“Hey, Georgy—oh, Georgy! Where in thunder are you?”