"Are your bones all broken?"
"I don't know—I'm full of gravel!"
The boys gazed astounded up at the dark outline three stories above them. Half-way, the slanting roof of the porch had broken the fall and saved him from certain death. They gazed in silence, and then the chorus arose:
"Holy cats!"
"Great snakes!"
"'I don't know—I'm full of gravel!'"