“How about Clackett, Speake?”
“He jest asked me to tell him where he was,” replied Speake, “so I guess he’ll soon be able to take hold.”
“Good! We’re coming out of this a whole lot better than I had dared to hope.”
“Dot’s righdt,” spoke up Carl, coming suddenly to a sitting posture.
“How do you feel, old chap?” asked Bob.
“I peen lying dere on my back trying to guess id oudt,” Carl answered.
“That’s about the way with me, Mr. Steele,” said Glennie, turning over on his side so he could face Bob. “Where are we?”
“We’re twenty feet down and headed for the delta of the Amazon, Mr. Glennie.”
“Didn’t you lose consciousness, like the rest of us?”
“Yes; but I wasn’t out of my head so long. I was the last to go and the first to come to.”