I expect he felt spun-chuck, and rested in one of the manholes.

You stay up here and watch, Bob, and when I signal from below, you come down.

We might miss seeing him on the way down, with all these trees." So the others climbed down and Bobbie waited till they signalled to her from the line below.

And then she, too, scrambled down the roundabout slippery path among roots and moss till she stepped out between two dogwood trees and joined the others on the line.

And still there was no sign of the hound with the red jersey.
"Oh, do, DO let's have something to eat," wailed Phyllis.