"Hi, you! Mr.Lighthouseman! come quick! do please come here quick and help us!" There was but one thing to do, and Brown did it instinctively.

He raced through the beach grass, down the hill, in obedience to the call.

As he ran, he wondered who on earth the stout woman could be.

Seth had said that the artists did their own housekeeping.
"Hurry up!" shrieked the stout woman, dancing an elephantine fandango in front of the bungalow.

"Come ON!" To run around the shore line of the cove would have taken a good deal of time.