There was a pause, and a sob of relief struggled from Archy’s breast.
Then Ram began to mutter again.
“Oh, my head!” he groaned. “Oh, my head! Oh, my—”
He opened his eyes, and began to stare wildly; then he seemed to recollect himself, and started up to gaze up, then over the side at the sea far below, and lastly at his companion in misfortune.
“I reck’lect now,” he said. “We was fighting, and I put my foot over the side, and come down here, hitting my head on the stones, and then I turned sick, and I knew I was falling over, and then I went to sleep. I was half off, wasn’t I, with my legs down?”
“Yes. In a horrible position.”
“Yes, it wasn’t nice. Oh, my head! But who— Why, you didn’t go and get the rope and come down and pull me on?”
Archy nodded.
“Is Jemmy here?”
“No.”