"Why doesn't the idiot make land ?" "He's got his craft away on the other side of the river, looking for quieter water," muttered Dave uneasily.
"Well, isn't that right ?" asked Belle.
"Right, yes, unless he makes the mistake of trying to cross the stream," nodded Darrin.

"Then he'll run his craft into the trough of the sea, and--" "Well, what ?" demanded Belle as Dave paused.
"Then, when he's in the trough, a big wave may roll his small boat over," Dan finished for his comrade.
"Do you really think there's danger of that ?" demanded Laura, looking anxious.
"I don't know," murmured Dave.

"But I wish I had some way of signaling Foss, some way so that he could understand the signals." "What good would it do ?" demanded Midshipman Dalzell, grimly.

"Tom would only laugh and say it was more old maidishness on the part of Navy men." "There--confound the idiot!" suddenly blazed Dave Darrin.

"He is crossing.