Bill's raft's carrying me away!" he replied in an injured voice.
"Oh!" said Uncle Andy, emerging from the trees and taking in the situation.

"You _are_ afloat, are you! I was afraid from the noise you made that you were sinking.

Keep your hair on, and I'll be with you in five seconds.

And we'll see what Bill's raft has to say for itself after such extraordinary behavior." Putting the canoe into the water, he thrust out, overtook the raft in a dozen strokes of his paddle, and proceeded to tow it back to the shore in disgrace.
"What on earth did you make those dreadful noises for ?" demanded Uncle Andy, "instead of simply calling for me, or Bill, to come and get you ?" "You see, Uncle Andy," answered the Babe, after some consideration, "I was in a hurry, rather, and I thought you or Bill might be in a hurry, too, if I made a noise like that, instead of just calling." "Well, I believe," said Uncle Andy, seating himself on the bank and getting out his pipe, "that at last the unexpected has happened.

I believe, in other words, that you are right.