“Mind! you nearly knocked me over.”
“I could not help it, Fred. Here, hi!”
“Anybody at home? Where are you?”
“Why, it’s old Samson,” cried Fred, groping his way to where he believed the bottom of the crack by which they had descended to be. “Hi! Samson!”
“Hullo!” came back. “Where are you? What are you doing?”
Fred hastily explained their plight.
“Serve you both right,” cried Samson; and his voice, as it rumbled down the hole into the cavern, sounded, as Scarlett thought, like the voice of a giant. “Well, what are you going to do? Live there?”
“No; you must help us out.”
“Help you out?”
“Yes. How did you know we were here?”