He yelled and drew back his hand
"What now?"
"I've cut myself."
"Why, how on earth did you manage that?"
"There's a knife sticking out of the sack. Let's open it and get it out."
"What for?"
"It's a pity to throw such a thing into the sea."
The boys shivered.
This time there could be no mistaking the words.
"Jack," whispered Harry Girdwood, "do you hear?"