A faint "hello" was wafted to him on the gale.
"Come on!"
Dan waited and waited, but no Sam came. He began to grow worried.
"Sam!"
"Yeow!"
"Come on. I'm waiting for you."
A strain on the rope told Davis that his companion had started, and a few minutes later Sam Hickey stood beside him.
"What's the matter, Sam?"
"Nothing, except that I'm wet."
"Why didn't you come when I called you?"