"Is this battery of artillery still shelling him?" she inquired, looking over her shoulder at Smith.
He went over and dropped on his knees beside her.
"You see," he explained, "our hero is still under water."
"All this time!" she exclaimed in consternation. "He'll drown, won't he?"[104]
"He'll drown unless he can crawl into that drain."
"Then he must crawl into it immediately," she said with decision.
So he of the bowler was marched along a series of pegs indicating the subterranean drain, and set down in the court of the castle.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the Lady Alene. "We can't leave him here! They will know him by his bowler hat!"
"No," said Smith gloomily, "we can't leave him here. But what can we do? If he runs out they'll fire at him by platoons."
"Couldn't they miss him?" pleaded the girl.