“Of course they will,” said Fred, coolly.
“I don’t seem to be able to make you understand your danger.”
“Isn’t any,” said Fred.
“No danger?”
“No; and, look here, it’s getting precious cold to my legs, so here goes.”
“Fred, listen! If you shake and move those branches which hold you down, you will go to the bottom.”
“Can’t,” cried Fred.
“How can you be so foolish, when I am advising you for your good?”
“I’m not foolish. I want to get out, and you want me to stay.”
“But you’ll fall to the bottom of this horrible hole.”