"Shure, the fat's in the fire now," chuckled Gerald to himself.
As the whistle sounded Monkey sprang back through the window,
landing in a heap almost at Rand's feet, but was up and off before
Rand could get a hold on him, and sped after his companion, who
had started off at the first alarm, in a race down the landing to
their boat.
"Hi! stop them, Gerald!" shouted Rand, dashing after them.
Donald, at the alarm, rushed toward the window, and, tripping over a
coil of rope, stumbled against a stack of oars, sending them down
with a crash that could be heard a mile. Picking himself up, he
ran after Rand down the landing.
There was a splash in the water, and the sound of rapidly receding
oars, but there was no one at the landing.
"What has become of Gerald?" asked Rand, looking around.
"He can't be far off," replied Donald, "Give him a call."
"Hello-o-o, Gerald!" shouted Rand, but Gerald did not answer.
"Hello, there! What's ail the noise about?" demanded Colonel Snow,
who had followed Pepper onto the landing.
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