Scrambling to his feet he fancied for a moment that the sound of scurrying footsteps could be heard, and while listening, Joe said:
"Hello! Are you hurt?"
"Not a bit."
"Where are you?"
"It seems like a regular cutting, and the air is pure."
"Light your lamp an' look around."
Obeying this command, Fred found his suspicions correct, and so reported.
"Can you get back?"
"Not unless you pull me up."
"We'll attend to that in a minute."