Just what they wanted help for now that the grampus was gone, was a question quite beside the situation. The little girls continued to scream. Neale’s voice answered them. They heard other voices.
“I guess we are rescued, Tess,” gulped Dot. “They have found out where we are. No use yelling any more.”
“I’m going to shout till I see them,” said the practical Tess, who did not propose giving their friends any chance to get away from them.
Neale came crashing through the brush after a time. Luke and Mr. Howbridge were right behind him, and Luke carried a flashlight. The ray of this flashed into the girls’ faces just as another splash and groan was heard from the pool.
“For goodness’ sake! What’s that?” demanded the lawyer, panting in the rear of the trio.
“No wonder the kids yelled!” exclaimed Neale.
“What is it?” cried Luke.
They were startled to see the glistening, ghostly object rise from the depths. But they loudly greeted Tess and Dot. The latter explained:
“Oh, it’s a whale come up to breathe. He scared us dreadful!”
Luke named the creature correctly the next moment. “And they are not often seen, I understand. They’re enough to frighten a high school at night, let alone a couple of little kiddies.”