“Hello! Are you down there, Barney?”
Again and again the hail went down. Then something like a gasp and a sob came up.
A voice muttered:
“Phwere the divil am I? Shure, it’s kilt I am, an’ this is purgatory!”
“No, it isn’t!” shouted Frank. “It’s only a hole in the ice. Lively now, old fellow. How is the other fellow?”
“Misther Frank?” shouted Barney.
“Yes, it’s me!”
“Shure, what’s the matter?”
“Oh, you fell into a hole in the ice, that’s all!”
“Och, shure; I remember now. An’ the other feller—Mither of Moses! I belave he’s dead!”