Tom will have the boat out here, and undoubtedly he will plan to have us both taken back to shore after we get through cruising around here.

We should have brought the boat out in the first place." A night bird screamed, then flapped its wings close to Harry's face in its flight past him.

The young engineer saw the moving wings for an instant; then they vanished into the black beyond.
Farther out some other kind of bird screamed.

The whole situation was a weird one, but Harry was no coward, though a less courageous youth would have found the situation hard on his nerves.
Still another night bird screamed, of some species with which Hazelton was wholly unacquainted.

The cry was answered by some sort of strange call from the shore.
"It's a fine thing that I'm not superstitious," laughed the young engineer to himself, "or I'd surely feel cold chills chasing each other up and down my spine." As it was, Harry shivered slightly, though not from fear.