But even then...

"I dreamed I was hanging over a terrifically high cliff, shouting to some one below." You would be! thought Stanley.

He could stick no more of it.

He stopped splashing.

"Look here, Trout," he said, "I'm in rather a hurry this morning." "You're WHAT ?" Jonathan was so surprised--or pretended to be--that he sank under the water, then reappeared again blowing.
"All I mean is," said Stanley, "I've no time to--to--to fool about.
I want to get this over.