They're binding me up. I can't move. They're rushing me into the street-car now. Now I won't be able to go on that hike. And I planned on it so hard, too.
"Here we are, Halloway! Blast 'em, men! Oh, my Lord, look at the horrible faces on those creatures! Guh!"
Watch out, captain! They'll get you, too, and the others! Ahh! Somebody struck me on the back of my head. Darkness. Dark. Dark.
Rockabye baby on the tree-top ... when the wind blows....
"Okay, Halloway, any time. Just any old time you want to come to."
Dark. A voice talking. Dark as a whale's insides. Ouch, my head. I'm flat on my back, I can feel rocks under me.
"Good morning, dear Mr. Halloway."
That you, captain, over in that dark corner?
"It ain't the president of the United States!"
Where is this cave?