“Are you there, Tony?”
“Yes.”
“Give me your hand and I will help you up.”
“All right.”
The next moment Buckden was drawn safely up out of the water.
Both men now stood once more upon terra firma.
“Well, we’re out of the water, anyway,” cried Tony, as he proceeded to wring the water out of his coat.
“Yes.”
“But where in the mischief are we?”
“Give it up.”