“From close to where I slept.”
“Yes, there was a lot there. ’Tain’t cut,” he said, looking at the hand he drew from the back of his head. “What a whop it did come down on the rock!”
“Don’t talk about it,” said Archy, with a shiver.
“Why not? Father allus said I’d got the thickest head he ever see. I say, though, you—did you—course you did. You climbed up again, and went into the cave, got the rope come down again, and then got down here to help me?”
“Yes.”
“When you might have run away?”
“Of course.”
“Thank ye. Shake hands!”