That was Pee-wee all over.
CHAPTER XXIII—WE BEGIN OUR SEARCH
Harry and Grove and Skinny came plodding through the mud; they had come down the same way I had come down. And oh, boy, you should have seen the way they stared when they saw Pee-wee.
“You alive?” Harry said.
“I can prove it,” Pee-wee shouted.
Harry just stood looking at him and scowling and whistling to himself, as if he couldn’t believe his senses.
“If you don’t believe I’m alive ask Roy,” the kid blurted out.
“Any injuries? Anything the matter?” Harry asked him, and began to feel of him all over.
“Only I’m hungry,” the kid said.
Harry just whistled for about half a minute and then he said, “Well, I suppose that a fall of two or three hundred feet is enough to give one an appetite—if nothing else. How about you, Roy?”