"But it will be only for a few minutes," Paul said, "and the tide isn't rising so fast that it will sweep you away in that time."
"I know—but—don't go!" begged Alice, her voice trembling.
Paul looked at Ruth.
"Perhaps you had better stay," suggested the older girl. "They are sure to come back soon, and—well, we don't want to be left here."
"All right," agreed Paul. "But I think I could get back with a boat in time."
However, there was no need for him to go. A moment later the moving picture company, headed by Russ and the two other camera men, came around the turn of some sand dunes.
"There they are!" cried Ruth.
"Oh, come and get us!" fairly screamed Alice.
Paul put his fingers to his mouth and sent out a shrill whistle.
It needed only a glance on the part of Mr. Pertell and the others to show the plight of the three marooned ones.