Danny's red head came farther out, like the head of a tortoise issuing
from its shell.
"Then I suppose I shall be able to get out of here!" Danny chirped. "I
can't do it, unless I am shot out. I slipped in here easy enough, but
I've grown, I guess, for I can't slip back."
"How did you get in there, anyway?"
"Climbed in."
"I'm afraid you will have to climb out."
A gunner came hurrying upon the scene.
"Wh-what?" he sputtered.
"Our little friend is in need of assistance. If he gets out of there he
will never play cannon-ball again."
"If you will just fire me!" Danny begged, not a bit abashed.
The gunner was not at all willing that Danny's plight should be
discovered by an officer, so he quickly went to Danny's assistance, and
"fired" him by bodily pulling him out of the cannon.
"Thanks!" chirped the little joker, as he dropped to the ground. "Bink
says that I'm a small-caliber projectile, but I was quite big enough for
that cannon. Say, do you fire men every day?"
The gunner could not suppress a grin.
"Men? Well, you're likely to get fired, young feller, if you monkey
round these guns!" he declared.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE MYSTERY CLEARED AWAY.
What news was obtainable at Sea Cove about Barney Mulloy was important,
though somewhat unsatisfactory.
Pages:
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288