Others gazed in wistful silence out upon the glinting water.
"_Hurry! Hurry!_" cried Minerva.

"I can see it! Don't you see the lanterns down there ?" "He's on the flats, I think," said Warde.
"He's on the table," shouted Roy.
"He's in the channel!" "He's in the ice cream!" "Listen, he's calling!" "His mouth is full, I can't hear him." "_Hurry! Hurry! Oh, hurry!_" cried Minerva.
"I'll tell you what let's do," Roy said.
"You told us once," said Warde; "that's enough." "I saved the ice cream freezer from rolling off," shouted Pee-wee.
"A lot of good that does us," shouted Doc Carson.
"Put it where it will be safe," shouted Townsend.
"All right, I will," shouted Pee-wee.
"Gracious goodness, he isn't going to eat it, is he ?" Margaret Timerson asked.
"He'll have to finish whatever else he's eating first," said Doc Carson.

"Push that boat off, we have only a minute to act in." "How long does it usually take him to finish a sandwich ?" Minerva asked.
"Three-tenths of a second," said Roy.
"He'll be too frightened to eat," said Dora Daring.
"He's never too frightened to eat," said Connie Bennett.
"He consumes pie while he's consumed with fear," Roy said.
"He consumes everything," said Warde.
"Oh, what will we ever _do_ ?" Minerva walled, wringing her arms in desperation.
"The thing to do is to reach him before he gets really started," said Doc Carson, who was ever thoughtful and far-sighted.

"When he starts he works fast.

I don't think he's really begun yet.