Polly and Fred were the tallest, so they made a chair with their hands and insisted that Ella must not walk another step. Carrying her, they fell behind the others, and when they came out on the beach where Larry was tinkering with his balky engine, he saw Jess and Margy and Ward and Artie first.
"All aboard!" he yelled cheerfully. "I've got her going—and you'll never guess what I found was the trouble."
"Look what we found!" Fred shouted, as he and Polly broke into a gentle trot. "Where are the crackers, Larry? Ella Mooney is starved to death."
"Great glory!" gasped the dazed Larry, dropping his monkey wrench and staring. "Where under the canopy did you find Ella? Wasn't she kidnaped?"
"Will the boat go?" Artie cried, capering about in a delirium of excitement. "Will it go, Larry? Won't the folks be surprised when they see us come back!"
THE TREASURER IS PLEASED