"Now we can reach him." "Are you going around ?" Townsend shouted.
"The sandwiches are all falling down," called the voice.

"The doughnuts are rolling out." "Save them," shouted Roy.
"All right, I will," screamed Pee-wee.
"_Oh, such a relief_," said Minerva.

"Do you think he's stuck fast ?" "We can only hope," said Townsend.

"Come on, let's hustle." Words cannot describe the haste and excitement with which the skiff was launched and manned by a little band of doughty pioneers.

Roy, Warde Hollister and Townsend Ripley were the crew, two rowing while the other steered.
"Can we help ourselves ?" Warde asked, as they glided out on the river.
"Yes, yes, yes, help yourselves to _anything_," called Minerva, "only bring them back--pile them in the boat--it doesn't make any difference how--only hurry, he may drift off again." "Now you see," said Roy, addressing Warde, "the harder you work and the longer you wait the hungrier you'll be.