“Have you got a rope over there?” called Roy, kicking off his sneakers.
“No, we haven’t—”
“Got a shawl or a blanket?”
“Yes—what good—”
“Get it quick!”
“They always have camels’-hair shawls,” he said hastily to Tom. Then raising his voice, “Someone drowned over there?”
“No, shot.”
“Killed?”
“No.”
“Shin up that tree and see if you can get camp with your whistle,” he ordered to Tom, throwing off his shirt the while. “Whistle ‘Help’ by Morse—if they don’t answer, try semaphore with your shirt; if that don’t get them you’ll have to hoof it. Get Doc, whatever you do. Shut up, will you?"’ he shouted to the frantic boy who was making all the noise. “Keep your mouth shut and you’ll be all right!”