We listened again and could hear the groaning plain.
"I don't know who it is,"" Bert said, "but that's the Gold Dust Twins' canoe. Come on."
We plodded over through the mud and water to the pit and looked over the edge. It was pretty dark down there, but I could see that there was only a little water in the bottom of it—not much more than before.
"That's funny," Bert said; "it must have overflowed in there when it first splashed down into the creek bed."
He felt in his pocket and took out a flashlight and held it down the hole, but it was wet and wouldn't light.
"Look down at the bottom, over at the Ieft side," he said; "do you see something?"
At first it looked like a bundle all covered with mud, Then I saw something white on it. It was a face. It didn't budge, just lay there; and it seemed awful white on account of the bottom being almost dark.
"It's Skinny," Bert said, in a kind of whisper.
I just said, "Yes."
I couldn't say anything more, because I was all trembling.
