"He'll make terrible inroads on it," said Connie Bennett.

"_Inroads_!" said Roy. "You mean turnpikes and highways."

"Well, then, why don't you boys hurry?" Minerva asked excitedly. "It
isn't too late. _Oh, do hurry_!"

"We can never tow that island back against the tide," said Dorry Benton.

"We can remove the stuff to the boat though," said Artie Van Arlen.

"I'm going to 'phone to Mr. Speeder to get his motor-boat and go after
him; he can tow it back."

"Listen--_shh_--he's calling," said Townsend.

"Shh--_shhhh_!"

"Listen."

From down the river, a little farther than before, came a voice spent
by the distance. "_I'm on the flats, I'm stuck._"

"Thank goodness!" said Minerva. "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."