"Let go of me--let go, quick--" He lay down and closed his eyes.

The others looked at each other by the dim light of the little candle.
"What on earth!" said Peter.
"Look here," said Bobbie, quickly, "you must go and get help.

Go to the nearest house." "Yes, that's the only thing," said Peter.

"Come on." "If you take his feet and Phil and I take his head, we could carry him to the manhole." They did it.

It was perhaps as well for the sufferer that he had fainted again.
"Now," said Bobbie, "I'll stay with him.