At last: "Hear anything ?" he asked.
They all said no.
"I guess I was mistaken then," Steve explained, "but I could have sworn I heard surf." He leaned over the chart.

"This doesn't show anything, though, nearer than the land.

Toot your horn, Perry." Perry obeyed.

At long intervals the unseen, distant steamer bellowed her warning and more frequently the _Follow Me_ groaned dismally on a hand horn.

It was ten minutes later, perhaps, when Steve suddenly swung around and looked back past the bow of the dingey on the after cabin roof.
"That's funny!" he exclaimed.