“Drank as a fool,” thought Will. “Where?”
“Hic—here—hic!”
“Hie—haec—hoc, more likely,” said Will, recalling his Latin. “Stay right where you are.”
“I’ll stay—hic.”
“Let me feel for you. O, here you are.”
Will now felt of some one crouching against the stone-wall of the dock, “How did you come here?”
“Dunno—hic—but I spect I did.”
“You must have walked off the wall, and the great question now is how to get back again.”
“Yes—hic—that—is the question—hic—afore the house.”
“Afore the dock, I should say. Whew, I believe I’m up to my thighs in mud, and if that isn’t water I’m splashing in! The tide is coming in, certain. Come, friend, we must get out of this!”