"It IS Solomon!" he cried. But it was of no use for him to convey that piece of information to the boys, who already knew that fact quite as well as he did.
"It IS Solomon," he repeated; "an now the pint is, how air we to git him up?"
"Let me go down," said Pat.
"How?"
"Sure an I can git down wid that bit o' rope you have."
"Mebbe you can, an then agin mebbe you can't; but s'posin you was to git down, how upon airth would that help the matter?"
"Sure an we cud give him a pull up."
"I don't think we could manage that," said Captain Corbet, "and you couldn't, at any rate, if you were down thar with him. As far as I see, we'll hev to wait till the tide falls."
"Wouldn't it be better," said Phil, "for us to go around, so as to come nearer?"
"How? Whar?"