“What’s the matter?”
“There’s a man fell in the hole.”
“Oh, my God!” cried Dad. “Who?” And Bunny’s heart was in his throat, for of course his first thought was Paul.
“A roughneck,” said the foreman. “Fellow by the name of Joe Gundha. You don’t know him.”
“How did that happen?”
“Nobody knows. We was changing the bit, and this fellow went down into the cellar for some reason—he had no business there that we know of. Nobody thought about him for a while.”
“You sure he went down?”
“We been fishing with a hook, and we got a bit of his shirt.”
Bunny was white about the lips. “Oh, Dad, will he be alive?”
“How long has he been down?”