"Hello down there, Ed! Are you hurt?" he called.
"No; I'm all right. I went down with the stone. I'm not hurt a bit," came the answer, "but for heaven's sake get me out of here!"
It was easier said than done. The chattering bunch of Chinks crowding around offered no help.
"I don't see how in thunder we are going to get the boy up without a ladder," muttered Old King Brady.
"And where will we find one?" echoed Harry.
"That's the point. But here comes a policeman. Perhaps he can suggest——"
Thus far in his speech Old King Brady got when there came another call for help.
He could not exactly make out the words, but it was certainly, also, a cry of fear.
"Let go! Don't you touch me!" they heard now.
The cry came from the hole.