_Oh, do hurry_!"
"We can never tow that island back against the tide," said Dorry Benton.
"We can remove the stuff to the boat though," said Artie Van Arlen.
"I'm going to 'phone to Mr. Speeder to get his motor-boat and go after
him; he can tow it back."
"Listen--_shh_--he's calling," said Townsend.
"Shh--_shhhh_!"
"Listen."
From down the river, a little farther than before, came a voice spent
by the distance. "_I'm on the flats, I'm stuck._"
"Thank goodness!" said Minerva. "Now we can reach him."
"Are you going around?" Townsend shouted.
"The sandwiches are all falling down," called the voice. "The
doughnuts are rolling out."
"Save them," shouted Roy.
"All right, I will," screamed Pee-wee.
"_Oh, such a relief_," said Minerva. "Do you think he's stuck fast?"
"We can only hope," said Townsend. "Come on, let's hustle."
Words cannot describe the haste and excitement with which the skiff was
launched and manned by a little band of doughty pioneers. Roy, Warde
Hollister and Townsend Ripley were the crew, two rowing while the other
steered.
"Can we help ourselves?" Warde asked, as they glided out on the river.
"Yes, yes, yes, help yourselves to _anything_," called Minerva, "only
bring them back--pile them in the boat--it doesn't make any difference
how--only hurry, he may drift off again."
"Now you see," said Roy, addressing Warde, "the harder you work and the
longer you wait the hungrier you'll be.
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