“Hello down there, mister.”
“Oh! Wow! Get me out of here! I’m drowndin’! I bet there’s snakes in here! Git me out quick! Please help me out!”
“Wait a minute,” says I.
But he wasn’t willing. He kept up yelling and howling until Mark got there. Mark leaned over and looked at him, and says, with a chuckle:
“Looks like you got into t-t-trouble somehow.”
“Stop gabblin’,” says the man, “and git me out.”
“Workin’ for Amassa P. Wiggamore, hain’t you?” says Mark.
“Yes. What’s that got to do with it? You hain’t goin’ to see a man drownd, be you?”
“Has he sunk m-much since you first saw him?” says Mark to me. “You know there’s quicksand on this island.”
Mark winked hard. I knew there was quicksand on the island, but it was ’way at the other end and not anywheres near that well.