"We're really making the hole deeper," observed Leander, when suddenly the opening above them was darkened, and they saw a negro boy looking down at them with eyes as big as saucers.
"Hullo, help us out!" cried Leander, eagerly; but at the sound of their voices the negro boy took to his heels as fast as he could go.
"He's gone!"
"Perhaps he has gone for a rope."
"More than likely he was scared to death. He'll go home and say he saw a ghost."
Another quarter of an hour went by. Then they heard footsteps approaching, and two stalwart Caribs appeared. Behind them came the little boy, trembling with fear.
"Hullo!" repeated Leander. "Help us out, will you?"
"Un Americano!" muttered one of the Caribs. "How you git down dar?" he asked, in broken English.
"We fell through the rushes."
"Um—bad place dis to walk."