He felt in his pocket and took out a flashlight and held it down the hole, but it was wet and wouldn't light.
"Look down at the bottom, over at the left side," he said; "do you see something?"
At first it looked like a bundle all covered with mud. Then I saw something white on it. It was a face. It didn't budge, just lay there; and it seemed awful white on account of the bottom being almost dark.
"It's Skinny," Bert said, in a kind of whisper.
I just said, "Yes."
I couldn't say anything more, because I was all trembling.
CHAPTER XXX
TELLS ABOUT HOW TIGERS LEAP
Of course, we didn't stop to think about it then, but I knew that when the water first came rushing through Nick's Valley, it must have been dashed right into the pit. There was Skinny's body to prove it. Afterward, when it got flowing into the creek bottom and spreading out over the fields below, I could see how it wouldn't flow into that hole. But you can see for yourself, if you look at the map, that in the first rush it must have done that. Gee, I'm no civil engineer, but anyway, I could see that. Anyway, we didn't stop to think about that, or the canoe either, but only just Skinny.
"See if the paddle's anywhere around," Bert said. His voice was awful funny—sharp kind of, as if he meant business.