"Any news? Are they all right?"
"Who's there?" a fellow called.
"Two fellows from Bridgeboro troop," Westy shouted. "Have you got them?
Any news?"
Just then a fellow came scrambling down and stood on the shore. "The whole blamed pit has fallen in," he said; "it's just a pile of rocks and mud. It's filled up to within six or eight feet of the surface. Just collapsed. Must have been some flood over that way."
CHAPTER XXXIV
TELLS ABOUT THE STRANGE FIGURE
I didn't want to see them and I didn't want to hear anything more. I just said, "I knew it," to Westy, but all the while I knew I had been hoping all to myself. And now I couldn't even do that.
"I don't want to talk to them," I said; "Let's row along the north shore and go home the long way. I don't want to go back yet. I just want to stay on the lake with you!"
Westy said, "Just as you say."
"Row along the north shore," I said, "I'd rather be here in the dark."