"He-e-e-e-e-e-el-l-l-p! I'm floating away with the eats!"
But did he really need any help?
They rushed to the shore pell-mell and some hurried to the barn for the only means of rescue—an old disused skiff and a leaky, discarded canoe. Others gazed in wistful silence out upon the glinting water.
"Hurry! Hurry!" cried Minerva. "I can see it! Don't you see the lanterns down there?"
"He's on the flats, I think," said Warde.
"He's on the table," shouted Roy.
"He's in the channel!"
"He's in the ice cream!"
"Listen, he's calling!"
"His mouth is full, I can't hear him."