"It ain't the first time I've been down a well." "But I don't think it's safe," said Mr Solomon.

"What do you say ?" he continued, turning to Ike.
"Looks right enough," said Ike, kneeling down and looking into the well.
Then rising, "but I wouldn't go down unless I didn't want to come up no more." "Tchah!" ejaculated the plumber; and I knelt down once more to look for the danger, but could see nothing but the dark whispering hole, with, at a great depth below, the round disc of light representing the mouth of the well.
Just then something passed my head and fell down with, after a while, a strange hollow _plash_ from below.
"That'll do," said Mr Solomon angrily.

"No more of that, please." "You mind your own business, Browny.

Anyone would think you were the master here." "Master or no, here's Sir Francis coming.

Let's see whether he likes you to be throwing stones down the well." Mr Solomon uttered a sigh of relief, for, as Sir Francis came along a neighbouring path, the two lads slowly walked away.
"That's a blessing," he said.