“Weren’t you in fearful agony as you fought for your life?”
“Not the slightest; and I don’t think I struggled much.”
“Well, upon my word!” cried Dickenson in a tone of disgust. “I like this!”
“Do you, Bob? I didn’t.”
“You didn’t? Look here, Drew, I’m disgusted with you.”
“Why?” said Lennox, opening his eyes wider.
“Because you’re a miserable impostor—a regular humbug.”
“What! don’t you believe I went through all that?”
“Oh yes, I believe you went through all the—all the—all the hole; but there don’t seem to have been anything else.”
“Why, what else did you expect, old fellow?”