THE CRUISE BEGINS
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“Good-night. Oh, I say!”
“Well?”
“Got any mosquitoes where you are?”
“Have I. Plenty! Want some?”
“No, thanks.” A few minutes later,
“For goodness’ sake, you fellows,” called Chub, “what’s all that squeaking in there?”
“It’s my bed,” answered Roy. “It squeaks every time I turn over.”
“Well, don’t turn over then,” grumbled Chub.
And finally, just when Dick and Roy were on the borderland of slumber, Chub’s voice floated across again.
“Say, Dick!”
“What?”
“Did you let the cat in?”
Then there was peace and silence save for the contented, humming of the mosquitoes.
