THE WALLET OF KAI-LUNG
"I tripped right into it," said Wimsey's voice steadily, out of the blackness. "One sinks very fast. You'd better not come near, or you'll go too. We'll yell a bit. I don't think we can be very far from Grider's Hole."
"If your lordship will keep shouting," returned Mr. Bunter, "I think—I can—get to you," he panted, untying with his teeth the hard knot of a coil of string.
"Oy!" cried Lord Peter obediently. "Help! Oy! Oy!"
Mr. Bunter groped towards the voice, feeling cautiously before him with his walking-stick.
"Wish you'd keep away, Bunter," said Lord Peter peevishly. "Where's the sense of both of us—?" He squelched and floundered again.
"Don't do that, my lord," cried the man entreatingly. "You'll sink farther in."
"I'm up to my thighs now," said Lord Peter.
"I'm coming," said Bunter. "Go on shouting. Ah, here's where it gets soggy."