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 "Where am I?" he muttered faintly.

"You're safe," Frank assured him. "You're with friends."

"Pretty―near―cashed in―didn't I?"

"Yes, you pretty nearly drowned. But you're all right now."

"It was Snackley!" said the stranger, as though talking to himself. "Snackley got me―the rat!"