All this time Max was missing, having been some little distance in
advance of the rest, when Johnny had raised his strange alarm. When we
got back into the ravine, he was not in sight, but we had hardly resumed
our progress towards the shore, when we heard him calling out that he
had found water. At this announcement, our orderly march broke at once
into a hasty scramble. Browne alone maintained his dignity, and came on
at his usual elephantine pace, probably suspecting that the pretended
discovery was a hoax. Morton and I raced along the hollow, "neck and
neck," till we suddenly reached a point where there was an abrupt
descent to the level of the shore. We were under too much headway to be
able to stop, and jumping together down the steep bank, we narrowly
missed alighting upon Max, as he lay extended on the ground, scooping up
water with his hand, from the basin of a small pool. I came down close
beside him, while Morton, sprang fairly over his head, and alighted with
a great splash in the centre of the pool. I had barely time to roll out
of the way, when the others, with the exception of Browne, came tumbling
in their turn over the bank, which took them as much by surprise as it
had us. Morton's lamentable figure, as he stood motionless in the midst
of the pool, drenched with water, and with a great patch of black mud
plastered over one eye, together with Max's look of consternation at his
own narrow escape, were irresistibly ludicrous, and provoked a laugh, in
which, after a moment, they both heartily joined.
"Very obliging of you, Morton," said Max, recovering his
self-possession, "I wanted to see how deep it was, and you are a good
enough measuring-stick; just stand still a minute, if you please."
"You have reason to feel obliged to me," answered Morton, extricating
himself from the mud, "it was on your account solely that I got into
this pickle. I had to choose between breaking your neck, as you lay
right in my way, or jumping into this hole, and not having much time to
deliberate, it isn't surprising if I came to a foolish conclusion."
"It would be less unfeeling," replied Max, "as well as more strictly
according to the facts of the case, to say a hasty conclusion, which
might be understood literally, and would then be literally correct."
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