"Help!" From somewhere beyond the mouth of the little cove the cry came, sharp, imperative, and was repeated again while they listened.
"It's Edwards," muttered Norton uneasily. "I suppose he's only trying to get a rise out of us. He can swim like——"
"Must be," agreed Williams. "Can you see him?"
The cove was dim now and the surface of the water beyond held a sheen of light that confused the vision.
"I'm not sure," muttered Norton. "I thought I did—for a minute."
"Who was that yelling out there?" shouted one of the fellows in the boat.
"Must be Edwards," answered Williams. "Can you see him?"
"No. Do you suppose——"
"Help! This way!" The cry came again, fainter now, and someone in the boat seized the broken oar and began to churn the water with it, sending the crazy craft circling about in its length.
"He's in trouble!" cried Norton. "Cramps, probably. I'm off, Hath. Will you come? Where's Hall?"