"Help!" roared Fred, in a frenzy, as he came to the surface.
The skates on his feet clogged all his movements, and acted like lead.
"There's Ripley, but where's Prescott?" shouted several.
"A-a-ah!"
That last cry went up as a sound of relief, when Prescott's brown-haired pate, hatless, bobbed up close to where he had gone down.
"Good boy, Prescott!"
"Go in and get Ripley."
"Save yourself, anyway! Don't be over-foolish!"
A dozen more cries went up from cove and shore.
Yet it is doubtful if Prescott heard any of them.