There was a creaking sound, as of baskets swung to the ground.

A face peered through a break in the wall, and Quang Po climbed into the adobe.
"Ho'lah!" he said.
"Ho'lah!" faintly responded Jo.
Quang Po wasted no more words, but set to work.

He had not much to dig with, save his tough, yellow hands and a stick, but after nearly an hour's exertion, he released Jo.
"You' bones bloke ?" asked Quang anxiously.
"No," responded Jo, wincing.

"My arm hurts, but I guess it's only a sprain." "Me cally fish to lady," explained Quang.

"Me go closs hill to lady's house.