"Yes."
"Deep in?"
"One of us."
"Aw reet. Jem's comin'."
A splattering noise marked the arrival of Jem with a hurdle. Then came an endless wait. Then another hurdle, the string twitching, and the blur of the lantern bobbing violently about. Then a third hurdle was flung down, and the light came suddenly out of the mist. A hand caught Bunter by the ankle.
"Where's other?"
"Here—nearly up to his neck. Have you a rope?"
"Aye, sure. Jem! T'rope!"
The rope came snaking out of the fog. Bunter grasped it, and passed it round his master's body.
"Now—coom tha back and heave."